you didn't show up again... why? you seemed fine. then again i don't know you truly.
how are you?
what are you thinking?
are you thinking about me?
the list could go on of the questions I want to ask you. will i ever get a chance to tell you?
i try to get over you but i can't. you're hurting me and you don't even realize it. you barely know who i am. you know nothing about me.
you don't know my life.
it's always you.
YOU ARE READING
Beside you// Michael Clifford
FanfictionA story in which a girl writes letters about boy in the back of the room. *no capitals for a reason*
