I know soon you will forget the sound of my voice and what color my eyes were. You will forget how much I loved music and how I loved your blue sweater. Soon, you will see me as a stranger; walking by without recognizing me you won't even know me while I'll be getting drunk, trying to forget your name.
- Excerpt from a book I will never write #1230
YOU ARE READING
for him. ✔
RandomFor all the boys I've been called 'Him.' These are poems and quotes from my fave writer to represent my feelings. For you.
