Dear Winston,
I kept on telling my self that I dont like you, tricking myself into believing that I never did fell under your spell once.
Buy guess what?
You're still in my mind.
The. Whole. Entire. Time.
I dont get why, I cant take you out of my mind.
I dont get why, You kept on popping in my head.
I dont get why, I even fell for you in the first place.
Just, How?
YOU ARE READING
Dear Winston,
Short StoryI hate being under your spell, I want to get out, But I cant seem to undo this spell you have cast upon me. cover; Cleech
