January 19th
You smiled at me. You dropped you pencil and it came to a rest at my converse clad feet, I silently handed it to you and you sent a smile of thanks.
It wasn't a smile to rival the sun, nor was a cocky mysterious smile. It was slightly flat and I noticed you had three dimples. An odd number of dimples to have. One on each cheek and one in your chin. Your smile was all cracked pavement and hydrangeas.
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.
