Dear You,
It's been 8 weeks, 3 days, 5 hours. I miss you.
With everyone second that ticks on, every hour I'm forced to walk by your room and see it vacant, every day I have to cross that bridge, every week I hear Mom cry and smoke and drink, I miss you even more.
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.
