I loved her. I truly, truly loved her. Never in my life have I ever felt this way about anyone else. And now she's gone. The only thing I have left of her are the memories we shared.
Every day, I forget that she left us. Some days I wake up and turn over to the empty bed and start crying. I get so angry. She didn't deserve this. No one does. Why did this have to happen to my everything?
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Letters To Sophia Berkeley [h.s.]
Fiksi Penggemar"There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristole or...