Maybe she told you something was wrong, so now you're approaching me. Your eyes, they still shine like the stars we gazed at that night we spent laying on the hood of your red.
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet
Short Story"You were never meant to be more than a bittersweet memory; an unforgettable aftertaste."
✿ Fifty-Seven
Maybe she told you something was wrong, so now you're approaching me. Your eyes, they still shine like the stars we gazed at that night we spent laying on the hood of your red.
