Dear You,
We sat in between two book cases today. You told me about your parents.
"They were like a pair of red roses. They loved each other so. Everyday, I leave a pair of red roses on their graves." You smiled as you talked about them.
Your eyes were sad though and shiny with tears that never fell.
You were close to crying when you told me how they met. I hugged you.
No one was around to yell at us for hugging.
I think you've started to change me.
For better.
Love,
Porter
YOU ARE READING
Dear Library Love
NouvellesTwo boys find love in a library. It changes their lives, but for the best or the worst?
