I still go to a friends house
Every weekend
And on my way
I pass that little red door..
Tears now running down my eyes
With memories
Of him
His face, smile, and the little look in his eyes that made me fall
Then quickly those tears fade away
Along with the memory of him
Yet some bits stayed in the back of my brain
I kept them away
Knowing I have someone who actually cares about me
And not just one sided love....
YOU ARE READING
The little red door
RomanceI was in my feels about this one dude and so i wrote something different ;) it's a bit personal
