april 17, 2013
dear autumn,
do you remember the late, long night talks we had?
i still remember them like it was yesterday. because, really, you haven't come back since yesterday.
right?
"you don't mean it, elliot."
"of course i do, you mean more to me than you could ever imagine."
"i'm too messed up, elliot, i can't possibly mean anything to you."
- elliot
sadly scrambled down at the top corner of a magazine
YOU ARE READING
dear autumn,
Teen Fictiona girl long dead and gone. a boy not accepting the fact that she's gone, and so he writes her little bits and pieces of what he's going through without her. [lowercase intended]
