At eight,
you were still my best friend. We hung out a lot after school. Either it's in my house or yours, our parents always let us to stay late just because our houses are just across from each other's. But Evan, I know it sounds crazy, but I was thinking the later of the night, that I might like you... in a way a friend should never feel towards one another.
YOU ARE READING
The Hourglass.
Short StoryAt five, I met you for the first time. At eight, I fell in love with you. At twenty six, I watched you marry the girl you love the most in life. At twenty eight, you got your first child born into the world with such a happiness I could never give y...
