I remember the day you took me to go
eat ice cream and pizza.
I had grease on my face and ice cream
on my shirt, but that day you told me I
was beautiful.
I blushed at your words and felt my
heart race faster.
That was a good day.
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.
