Dear Shell,
I see you've moved on. I don't think I could ever. You fucking ruined me. And I'm glad you did. You taught me never to take a person's words, time, and actions for granted.
I love you, and I'm sorry,
11:42 PM // july ten twenty sixteenI don't think anyone's fingers could fit as well as yours could between mine.
11:57 PM
YOU ARE READING
I Came Too Late
Non-FictionIn a world full of flat hours, I came in within minutes. I came too late.