November 23rd
I heard you laugh today.
It wasn't raspy nor was it an infectious chuckle.
It was a sort of softly spoken car horn.
It was mingled with the boy next to you's smokey chuckle and the girl in front of you's singsong giggle.
I decided that I liked it.
It fit you, like how a sparrow must ruffle her feathers and a sailer must douse himself in sea.
YOU ARE READING
A brilliant case of skinny love
Short StoryThis is the story of us. The ups and downs, curves and edges. But it's a different story then what I've ever read, because you see, I've never met you. And we won't fall in love and we won't share a kiss and you won't hold me when I cry.
