I have to move on.
I knew what I had to do, but it didn't feel right. She was different than any of the past girls I've liked.
The master plan was pointed one direction: patience. I made a checklist of things I could do that might change her mind.
I wasn't sure if I'd use it.
Just forget about it.
But then it happened....
YOU ARE READING
the sky is blue
RomanceIt was her. She did this to me, yet it wasn't her fault. She was being her, and I was being me. The grass was green. The sky was blue. Everything seemed normal. ~copyright @Writer_By_Life (all rights reserved)~ ~style intended~ (unedited and u...
