I remember the day I finally had the
guts to tell you how I felt about you.
You were shocked at first, but you
didn't care.
Not when I screamed in your face that I
hated your very existence.
Or when I said I was disgusted by you.
But you didn't care and I did.
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.
