dear nora,
time moves slowly when you're not around.
the world is a blur around me and all i can feel is the way our lips pressed together and when you loved me like that while loving tom too - then all i can think is tomtomtomtom and with that i am sad and i wonder if you are too.
love
atlas
YOU ARE READING
winterstorm
Teen Fictionshe was my winter-storm, and i will never forget the everlasting hail she used to destroy our love.
