dear wren,
here was our conversation when you brought the assignments over.
you: hey.
me: hi.
you: here's the assignments.
me: thanks.
you: do i want to know?
and then i started choking up and shook my head.
would you believe that today was one of my favorites just because you gave me that hug i desperately wanted?
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Teen Fiction| you were standing all alone in that leather jacket of yours that smells like cigarettes and moth balls. you still wear it, even though it's tattered and old. i think it looks lovely on you. |
