I delicately sew your sweater you sat next to me uncomfortably, squirming in the brown chair. You was cuddling a white blanket that I had gave you, so I won't see. It was no point of that. I glance between milliseconds seeing you getting mesmerized by me sewing your sweater. A smirk laced on my face, from your next intrigued reaction.
: all done.
YOU ARE READING
Do You Remember?
ContoBack when they're were teenagers hopelessly falling in love with the wrong people, Grey decided to tell the story in his point of view of how it went with his first unrequited love. cover credits: @tadieshi
