Heather

nineteen.

i moved to America.

away from harry.

away from all the memories.

away from heather.

i'm happy.

i have a job, a fashion designer.

and a boyfriend. who wears cotten jackets.

who's happy.

who's kind.

who's taught me,

that i shouldn't waste my life, wishing i were someone.

to be myself.

but it took awhile. still seeing posts about harry and heather.

on the third of December,

my thought was,

i wish i were heather.