WEDNESDAY
I've seen you every day for the past week and a half.
I'm not complaining, but I hope you're not getting sick of me.
Because I don't think I could ever get sick of you.
Yesterday you looked at me differently.
Maybe I'm just noticing now, but it seemed different somehow.
Maybe I'm imagining things.
God, I really hope I'm not imagining things.
YOU ARE READING
Stones
Romance"My mind is a graveyard and I'm praying for gravediggers." (C O P Y R I G H T © 2 0 1 4)
