Dear Louis,
I remember you walking up to me and asking me about my day. I kind of wanted you to stay a little longer and tell me about your day but you said that you had to go. And I guess I was happy with what I got.
I realized that I never really told you that I enjoyed talking to you. I still remember the days when we would only make small talk but I'd still feel like I'm talking to you about so many things
Surprisingly, I learned a lot about you through our small talks. I liked the feeling of talking to you but I can't explain why. I guess it's why I'm happy that we're pretty close now.
I guess there's just something special about you.
From,
Summer
YOU ARE READING
For Him
KurzgeschichtenShe 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.
