Heyy guys! I understand this is not my best story but I figured this could be a way to show how if you have something to say you could say it. There isn't really a story line behind this story, but there could be. For example: The boy felt like this young lady didn't love him. But if she would have sent all of the nice, loving, and thoughtful texts that she had drafted, maybe he wouldn't have ran away and gotten himself killed by that gang, because she loved him like he never knew she did. I think I'm pretty good at making plots to be perfectly honest. Haha! But u guys should go read my other stories on Wattpad! I have My Bad Boy, My Bad Boy Sequel, Regret, Letters To Jack (the sequel to Regret), I Thought Everything Was Alright, and this one. Please and thank you!
-Angel
