We barely talk again. But my eyes are still on you even from
far away. And I will always will.
.
.
.
lets finish this before new year
YOU ARE READING
for him.
Short StoryI dedicated this story to the man that stole my heart but never appreciated it.
XII
We barely talk again. But my eyes are still on you even from
far away. And I will always will.
.
.
.
lets finish this before new year
