But I drag myself out of bed, each day, and force myself to step outside my door. All this, just so I can see your face everyday.
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet
Short Story"You were never meant to be more than a bittersweet memory; an unforgettable aftertaste."
✿ Eight
But I drag myself out of bed, each day, and force myself to step outside my door. All this, just so I can see your face everyday.
