Dear Cal,
We didn't see each other at all. February was such a cold, cold month. Everyone was bundled in there coats, hiding from the relentless and merciless wind that chilled to the bone.
I didn't care though, the daysdreams and the wanderlust to explore who you were--they were long gone. I was busying building snowmen, and building relationships.
They called themselves Kimber and Jazz, and they were my friends.
YOU ARE READING
us
Short Story"Look at us now. What happened?" This is the story of a girl and a boy. "Just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her." (-Notting Hill) This is the story of Calum and Maria. This is the story of us.
