Short Stories and Drabbles

1.

Hey,is it wrong for me to love you?

I mean,we barely even talk now.

I don't even know how are you doing

Or if you found a replacement.

We'll that wouldn't be possible.

Even if you did,this love would still stay

Like a sauce stain on a t-shirt.

Even if this hurts,I'll never let go

How masochistic can I be?

I miss you dearly,and I wish you'd return.

But I know you'll never return.

Clinging onto something that is already gone,how pathetic of me.

But sometimes,I can still your voice in the hallways,

As I look through our old messages.

How I wish for you to return,yet it can never be.

Since,you're already gone with the wind.