November 30th
You finally took off the beanie that you've worn everyday I've seen you.
Your hair is not blonde- blonde hair would've improved your looks incredibly, it was dark, it was the color of dirt after a summer rain, with veins of tan clay running-barely noticeable- through it.
With a pale face, green eyes and too dark hair, you were mismatched.
Just like me.
You didn't have it shaved like the jocks, or even short-but-longer-on-top like the players, it was ruffled and longer. You didn't have pretty soft waves or curls, nor was it straight. It was fluffy on top with a wavy mess in the back, and for some reason, I loved it
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.
