dear, zayn
I woke up.
you were shirtless.
and next to me.
I looked down.
i was only in my bra. and underwear.
that didn't even match.
I got up so quickly and ran downstairs.
I threw up in a medium sized plant.
I can't remember anything from last night.
I went back upstairs and you were putting your clothes on.
I nearly screamed.
I asked you. did we?..
he laughed. and said no.
I LITTERALLY mentally wiped away the fake sweat from my forehead.
once he was dressed he walked over to me and he just stood over me and said I'm sorry and walked out.
I don't know whether that hurt or made me happy.
it's like every time I try to move on, your right there.
I found another word for our project.
it's windows.
love,
aleja.
