Dear Jonah,
This is the place we were always alone. Where we could just talk and forget the world. Have you forgotten our little talks remembering the world? I just wish to have one more talk with you. Just to talk about whatever and have a smile on my lips. I want to watch you talk about something you love with that passion in your eyes. I always loved when you talked like that. With so much love, so much passion. And sometimes I wish I could see you talk about me with that look in your eyes.
Forever yours, Nyah.
P.S. You will find it in your room.
YOU ARE READING
Find Me Under The Willow Tree
AcakAfter 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.
