January 12th
My mum sat me down and asked who "he" was. I told her it was fine and I didn't like him, she told me this was a brilliant case of skinny love, and I gave a hastily spoken "interesting mum."
Skinny love is when you both feel it.
And I didn't like you, I hated you with the utmost adoration.
It's like how you have a loving hatred with yourself, or a beautiful disgust with the sea. It's life, life is opposite and dirty, but you love 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.
