Digging through my old box of things, i had brought with me before i left,
I found something Luca.
A photo of you,
The one i had secretly took while we were by the river.
And looking at the you in the photograph, it hurts,
It hurts so so bad right now,
Because while you were looking at me,
With that cheeky grin stretching your lips,
You had such an adoring look in your eyes,
And i wish,
I wish that you'll look at me like that right now.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To You
Short StorySaudade (n.) a deep, nostalgic, and melancholic longing for something or someone, Often accompanied with a denied fact that what one longs for will never come back.
