Jonah. He was a boy in love with everything. The happiness in someone's eyes, the way they walked, and even the tone of someone's voice. I met Jonah hoping he was different, and in many ways, he was. For starters, he was a skater-boy who never brushed his hair and loved metal music, and in those few ways of being him, I fell in love with him. He was skinny and had the straightest teeth that had never been touched by braces that I have ever seen in my life. I think the reason I loved him so much was because he never really loved me back. I was so in love with the idea that he could, possibly, maybe, one day... love me. This isn't a usual love story, in fact, it might not even be a love story at all. But here I sit, writing about the love I had for a boy who never loved me back.
Jonah. He was a boy in love with everything but me.
Dear Jonah
Here's our story
YOU ARE READING
Dear Jonah.
Teen Fiction"Dear Jonah. Here's a book about all of you I never said. All of me I never told you. And all of us that never was. As I lay in my bed at the hospital I send you the letters I wrote to you. Dear Jonah. Here's your book." An old woman on the verge...
