I never should have asked you what you plan on doing after highschool.
I honestly thought you would say something along the lines of...
Graphic designer.
Construction worker.
Chef.
Cashier at Walmart.
Hobo.
Anything but the military.
Two years.
You leave to the military in two years.
That means no more midnight calls.
No more of your genuine deep laughter.
No more secrets shared or memories made.
But it's going to be okay.
I'll just live in the moment and enjoy you here and now.
Because no matter how painful distance can be, not having you in my life would hurt a thousand times more.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Nobody...
Teen FictionI wish I had never met you. Then there would be no reason to impress you. No reason to want you. No reason to cry over you. No reason to be heartbroken. No reason for all the pain. No reason for all the promises. No reason to miss you. No reason to...
