Dear You,
Alexia says if I looked up in the sky and prayed a little I'd be able to see you. But I don't. When I look up all I see are the clouds of grey, threatening to burst. All I see is an ordinary sky with ordinary birds and ordinary clouds.
You're not there. She says you're always with me. But you aren't. You haven't been with me for a bit now.
I miss you
YOU ARE READING
Dear You
Teen FictionI miss you a lot today. I'll miss you a lot tomorrow. I missed you a lot yesterday. I'll miss you a lot till the end of time.
