You miss me. You tell me to tell you something cute. I tell you I love you deeper than the ocean and farther than the east is from the west. You tell me that isn't very sweet or original.
"Oh."
I apologize. I feel lame for spending a couple of minutes trying to think of something memorable that will put a smile in your face. I guess it didn't work, and I'm starting to think I lied.
YOU ARE READING
"Oh."
Romance"Oh." A single word filed with disappointment The journal tracking my progress of getting over you.
