I don't get it.
It?
Us.
I don't get us.
What is us.
What are we?
Who are you?
Who are you... To me?
You're the warmth in the middle of winter.
You're the ray of sunshine in the darkest of cloudy days.
You're the love of my life.
What am I?
Who am I?
Who am I... To you?
I don't know.
I want to know.
But I'm also scared to know.
I feel like trash.
Do you look at me the same way I perceive you?
Or am I simply... Temporary.
YOU ARE READING
A suspiciously odd amount of Short Stories.
RandomHere's some stories that are small, may not have a beginning. May not have an ending. But they are what they are. Deal with it I guess. "//" - Super short writing bits. ">><<" - Short Stories.
