To the boy I chased,
I always see you at the back of the school during lunch time, it held a beautiful view of the trees there. I always watched you as you closed your eyes and hummed a sweet tune as the wind softly blew your hair out of your face revealing the soft curves of your mouth. You were in such bliss. You barely touch the food you bring with you though , i guess you never came there to eat but to refresh yourself from all the stress. If i could, I would have too.
YOU ARE READING
Melany Melan
Short Storyto the boy i have chased, i will never get tired of chasing after you over and over again even if it got the best of me.
