I remember the day I went to my first
high school party and you were
protective over me.
I told you that I would be fine, but by
the end of the day I was a mess.
Seeing my boyfriend kiss another girl,
wasn't what I expected.
You told me not to cry over that
bastard, but little did I know my heart
would truly shatter the next day.
YOU ARE READING
When We Were Happy?
Historia Corta"Well I don't want to remember." Not friends, not enemies, just strangers with some memories. ~ Please give this story a try. I'm no professional writer, but I hope you enjoy.
