dear grace,
i know, i know. i'm not very great at this kind of thing. it's just... i haven't told you, but i've seen most of those letters.
and i'm sorry. i know i'm one of the worst people you could involve yourself with. all of the things you said of me were true.
things haven't been going so great at home. i've been blocked off about that stuff, but i swear i will tell you.
i don't think i could say this to your face, but
i love you.
-wren.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Teen Fiction| you were standing all alone in that leather jacket of yours that smells like cigarettes and moth balls. you still wear it, even though it's tattered and old. i think it looks lovely on you. |
