January 4th
I didn't mean to see it I swear.
I saw you kiss her, and like a car crash I couldn't look away.
It was altogether lavenders and fuchsia, storms and skies, gentle like a dying wave, agony and sparklers. Home and warmth and wanderlust all in a few moments.
I felt that homesickness you feel when you need to go somewhere you don't want to go.
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.
