I don't check you're profile anymore
I don't check hers
It doesn't interest me
We laugh at you
At your sad attempts to be relevant
Your hashtags
Her cries for attention
She's not happy, she's just attached
- I feel sorry for her
YOU ARE READING
Transient
Short Story"But as told My euphoria is only transient - as was he" We fall and then we crash, and we do it over and over again until the right person catches you. Before the crash we were perfect, we danced in the rain, we travelled together, we shared so man...
