I remember the day we started talking
again. We stayed up late at night
watching movies and ate junk food.
I wanted you to see Chelsea's true
colors, but most of all I wanted you to
see mine.
I had feelings for you that were more
than our friendship.
But I was happy that you were happy,
or so I kept telling myself.
YOU ARE READING
When We Were Happy?
Short Story"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.
