It used to make me happy... seeing your car in the school parking lot as I walked into the prison feeling building each morning.
It used to give me hope that I would see you inside and get to hug you...
But now when I walk up to the school and see your car, a lump forms in the back of my throat
And I have to turn my head to look the other way so memories of you, of us, don't come rushing back to me.
YOU ARE READING
Don't make me say bye - on hiatus
RomanceA short story letter thing for the guy I still love but can't tell. I thought I'd upload it in case someday he finds it though he doesn't use this site so he probably never will. And even if he did he doesn't love me back and reading this won't chan...
