I've been cooped up in my apartment for hours. It's been raining. I've been listening to music to pass the time, I even sang for a little while. As you well know, my singing voice is terrible but I couldn't help myself. I think too much when it's quiet.
I don't think I ever heard you sing. I have this vague memory of you grabbing a microphone during a karaoke party. I might have dreamt that. You don't sing.
You like music but you don't sing.
YOU ARE READING
Reminds Me of You
Short StoryThere are so many things she wants to tell him. But she can't, so she writes them instead.
