"My fears and anxieties throughout my whole life have been slowly squeezing my voice"
-Shania Twain
The messages ran through my mind, back and forth like relay races. As I scroll down my news feed on Instagram, then I see he posted something...
I just lock my phone and get up to get in the shower. Opening my drawers,looking through my "fashion statements" and "attitudes". I come across my black Nike hoodie, a flashback comes in my mind...
"Babe stop playing,look at the camera" I say, just admiring his presence mean everything to me..."Okaay,on the count of three WE are gonna take this picture, I'm soo damn serious..1-2-3"
I come back to reality, I chuckle as I wipe away the tears that slide down my skin. The skin he used to kiss on, the skin....forget it
