oh marcy,
i read the first letter that you wrote to me.
god, marcy, i cried.
i literally started bawling like a baby, and i couldn't stop for five minutes.
so now i have two kinds of aches:
a headache,
and a heartache.
i deserve both.
and you deserved none of it.
YOU ARE READING
remigrate
Teen Fiction"you imprinted yourself on me like coffee does to pages in a book, and that stuff sticks." letters from adrian. [ © donut_ 2014 ]
