Dear Jonah,
I've dreamt of you. Of us. You were kissing me while we were having a lazy day. Whispering sweet nothings in my ear. We were happy, and we were together. I cried when I woke up. When I realised it was just a fucking dream, that it wasn't reality. And, oh, how I wished it was. Can't you imagine it? Just the two of us. No one else. None of your stupid asshole friends, or sluts that hang around wherever you go. Just us, alone, watching movies or simply talking. Wouldn't that be nice?
Forever yours, Nyah.
P.S. The graffiti. There you will find the next one. If you want to find it.
YOU ARE READING
Find Me Under The Willow Tree
OverigAfter 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.
