Dear Amelia,
Your birthday is in ten days. I passed by Mixes, you know, that old record store that you love? I was thinking about all the vinyls that I'd buy you one day, once I hit the lottery, then I realized that you're gone.
It pains me to know that we'll never know how Fleetwood Mac sounds on vinyl together,
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
