Dear Louis,
I dreamt about you again last night. It was weird because I've been dreaming about you a lot lately. I didn't want to though, it just happens.
But I think that's the best thing about dreams. You get to dream about the people who you can't be with in real life. Even if some people can't control their dreams, at least they see the person they like (or hate who knows).
I dreamt that I was with my other friends and then I saw you. It felt so real that I really thought you were there - but then you weren't.
Yeah, I know it's strange. Some people might even think I'm a psychopath or a stalker but I didn't wish for it to happen (or did i haha). I'd just like to believe that everything happens for a reason.
But sometimes, I wish that I knew what reason.
From,
Summer
YOU ARE READING
For Him
Short StoryShe wanted to tell him everything but she was too afraid to say something. That's when she decided to write letters that she kept inside a box hidden underneath her bed.
