Dear Jonah,
We hadn't talked in so long. You made me live without you, it had been hell. I hope you know that. I hope you know how I suffered every moment without your eyes, without your voice, without your smile. I hope you know.
Yours, Nyah.
P.S. It's in the box you carved for me.
YOU ARE READING
Find Me Under The Willow Tree
SonstigesAfter 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.
