on june sixteen i wrote you a letter and decided to give you a painting of my keyboard with it.
on june seventeen i was going to give you my gift and your ex was sitting next to you and giving you a massage and my insides churned of jealousy. you left with your ex so i couldn't hand it to you.
on june eighteen i kept promising myself that i would give it to you tomorrow.
on june nineteen i gave it to you.
YOU ARE READING
the eighteen year old guy #wattys2016
Historia Cortadedicated to the guy that was five years older than me. accomplishments #374 in short story 082716
