Dear Jonah,
It was a graffiti of my heart. My heart that belonged to you. I painted it on a street wall. The street we always met on when we went to school, so you could see it everyday.
"Why the heart?" you asked.
"Because", I answered.
You didn't ask again and I didn't explain. But I hope you understand now. It's an organ that keeps everyone alive. And it was the organ that was killing me slowly. It was shutting down on me. Because you were blind.
Forever yours, Nyah.
P.S. Next one is where you told me you like her.
YOU ARE READING
Find Me Under The Willow Tree
De TodoAfter I went away, did you search for my face in the crowd? Have you wished I was there with you? Did you go to my room and just sat there numb? Have you missed me at all? Have you ever loved me like I loved you? A STORY WRITTEN THROUGH LETTERS.
