You don't even remember who I am, do you?
Whenever I see you, you don't even make eye contact with me. You don't smile at me, you don't even say hi to me.
And I guess this is all my fault.
I'm sorry, Ryan.
I miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Lost
Teen FictionLife is chances that are taken But nothing's ever broken They're just pieces on the ground New hands need to build them -Touch by Troye Sivan
