Dear Emily,
I've been reading a lot these days. My favorite place to be is in my window seat. I like curling up with a blanket and losing myself in the story of someone else's life for a little while. It makes me forget about mine.
But sometimes, when I can't concentrate, and my head is filled with thoughts of you, I'll just sit there. There's a bird nest in the tree outside of my window. Sometimes I stare at it, trying to catch the eggs hatching, counting leaves until I get bored. And sometimes I just sit and stare at nothing particular, an occasional wild animal of some sort catching my eye.
I love this window seat. I only wish you could too.
- Delilah.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Emily
Ficção Adolescente"I've been staring at the wall for the past hour. And you're six feet under the ground. So I guess things didn't work out for either of us. - Delilah." soundtrack: http://8tracks.com/bonjouritsali/dear-emily-soundtrack // let her go; passenger // br...
