Dear Amelia,
It's two-thirty in the morning. If I listen closely enough, I can hear the sound of you snoring.
All in my head, of course.
Come back,
Landon
YOU ARE READING
Landon, Empty
Poetry“How can I be reasonable? To me, our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.” -W. Somerset Maugham (c) mockingjayde 2013
