January 13th
I saw your handwriting.
I had imagined it neat and even-like how you dress and always have your books and homework ready, it was blocky and your y's and lowercase g's went past the blue line, I felt my heart add another bit of you to it.
I wonder how long until my heart is nothing but pale pumping blood and you. Not long I suppose
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.
