I had daydreams of you and I where I could hold your hand and freely laugh. You would share me your silly stories and I would share my earphone to you so we could listen to indie rock bands while you lay your head on my shoulder.
It seemed impossible.
But today happened.
And I've never been so happy. Thank you, Althea.
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Somewhere In Brooklyn
Short Story❝He stutters, while she babbles.❞ Highest Rank: #8 in Short Story - 01/10/18 Copyright © 2016 Cher Manelle
