Dear Louis,
I don't get it.
I think I like you but I barely know you. I mean, is knowing your favorite color enough?
Don't get me the wrong way but I know when it's you even if I only see you from behind. It's weird, I know. But I can't help but stare at you for you are a masterpiece to me.
The day I met you, I never knew how much you would mean to me, but a part of me does. A part of me knew that this was coming. That one day I would realize that I can never let go.
And I never knew why.
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.
