It's Thanksgiving today I guess.
It's just another day.
I don't eat.
I don't do much.
I stopped by Starbucks for the first time in a while.
I walked right back out the door because I knew that this was your favorite time here. They had your eggnog latte.
Our eggnog latte.
Of course since it was thanks giving I sent you a long message saying thank you for everything that you've done for me. You haven't done much for me lately but I'm not mad. I just for once want you to not leave me on read and for you to just reply to me.
But I assume I can't say much. At least I know you're getting these messages and you didn't block me yet.
YOU ARE READING
The Golden Girl
PoetryJayla was the perfect golden girl. With every bright girl comes a dark mind. Was Jayla's mind just too dark?
