It's been two weeks since we started texting and I've been giving you rides home as well. The smell of you stays in my car long after you leave everyday, the smell of green apples and cinnamon. We've began talking and we don't talk about much, only about pictures and the memories behind our pictures and books.
Spring break started this weekend and you've made so many plans with me. I don't know why you keep wanting to hang out with all of a sudden but I like it, especially since you're not doing it out of sympathy.
You're fantastic. You're fun. You're the coolest person ever.
Hello my beloved readers... I know my chapters are beginning to suck... I'm just having a hard time writing at the moment and yet I want to keep writing. I'll try to make them better!
YOU ARE READING
Flower On The Sidewalk
Conto"I hate you." "I love you..." "I hope you die!" "I am..." "Go to hell!" "I don't want to..." "...." "...."
