Dear: Sam.
I’m writing you this, well to be perfectly honest I don’t know if you’ll ever see it. Maybe I’m just writing it, so I can get it off my chest.
This is the story of me, and how I fell for a guy who couldn’t even understand my feelings, Much less return them.
The story of you, and how you could have any girl you desired, anything you wanted, yet chose nothing. Not even me.
This is The Story of Us.
The story that lacks colors, or even diffrent shading to tell apart, The stroy that's written in grey.
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