Dear Jonah,
I lied to you for the first time ever that day. You asked me if we were okay. I wanted to scream, shout to the world to hear that we are not okay. I will never be okay with you thinking it was a mistake. It could never be a mistake, Jonah. It felt so right to kiss you. I couldn't ever regret it. And I wish you could see that I didn't ever want to forget it. I couldn't forget something like that. How do you forget something so meaningful?
Forever yours, Nyah.
P.S. My bedroom, under the pillow.
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Find Me Under The Willow Tree
RandomAfter 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.
