I had you for one week. That is seven days. One hundred eight hours. Ten thousand eighty minutes. Six hundred four thousand eight hundred seconds. In that time, you made it feel like a never-ending dream, but I woke up after all. One week was what we had. I promise it's the only week of my life I will never forget. It might have been ordinary to some people, but what I felt was love in that week. That is something no one can forget. You made it all happen in one week. I still wish it was longer than that.
YOU ARE READING
He's gone
Poesía[Completed] Someone leaves you, all the good memories play over and over in your head till it's too much. Every emotion you feel gets too much. Like you want to scream them out and I just wrote them down.
