Dear Carson,
It's been eight to nine months, and it's still in my memory. Still on my mind, and still in my thoughts and dreams. I remember every second, minute, hour...
When I'm laying here in my darkness of life in the room with the blue walls my mind wanders. And when it does it slowly gains memory of what happened those many months ago. Of what we once were and once had.
The sad thing is it won't leave my mind. Sometimes I can't remember anything at all. But then other times it's like I'm reliving everything on a big tv screen in my mind.
And it won't stop torturing me. Won't stop taunting me and won't stop telling me how wrong I was and how I messed everything up from the beginning.
It's these blue walls that take me back.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Carson
Cerita PendekDear Carson, do you ever think about me? Do you ever miss me? When you hear our song, does it make your heart ache? Or does it remind you of us? Or do you still not care? You hurt me. You really did. You still do. I don't thinks you realize the pain...
