dear olivia,
i visited your house today. your parents let me go your room. i cried again for the first time since the week of your death. i laid on your bed as i played your favorite record through your speakers. the music played all the way through before stopping on the last track but i didn't bother to get up. your parents didn't seem to mind much, they never came in to kick me out or anything. olivia, it's been eighty days. and i don't hurt any less then i did the first day.
love,
theo
YOU ARE READING
dear olivia
Romancethis is the journal of a boy who lost the love of his life {short chapters}
