I remember the day that I started
hating you.
You were different.
You changed.
You didn't care about me and you made
sure to rub that in my face every chance
you got.
You had new friends and I wasn't one
of them.
If you could've ignored me, I could too.
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.
