Dear Claire,
I sat a little bit away from the oak tree, hoping you would come.
But you didn't.
Why didn't you?
I thought you loved me, because you told me you like people who made you laugh.
Notice me.
I still love you.
Even if you didn't come.
Secret admirer.
YOU ARE READING
Asylum Letters
Mystery / ThrillerTo know someone secretly loves you, would make anyone feel bubbly inside. But what happens if that love turns into an obsession? © twothousandandfourteen - [le huynh]
