it's hard for me.
it's hard for.
it's hard.
i couldn't quite grasp
the feeling
she was giving me.
"what is your favorite color?"
"black."
"me too. sometimes i feel like that color is never ending cause i can feel myself looking even deeper into it. it's like when you fall into a black hole, you might never see the end."
somehow she always knew
what i was thinking.
it's like she reading my mind.
YOU ARE READING
rooftop {p.jm}
Short Storyif I hadn't wrapped my arms around your waist and pulled you back that night would we even be friends?
