This short story is a continuation of a past article. When I first met you, I truly didn’t care about how…
Just a quick short story about life, living in a class system society and the rush of time.
Last night I saw you in the club. For a moment I was happy until I realized things were different. Things changed. Of course they did, I was just too blind to see that.
I wish this was easier to write. I wish I would have gathered my thoughts but I’m still all over the place. Maybe that’s why I need to write this.
I’m still pretty confused about my recent breakup. Probably normal after 6 years. Here is why I need to write it down.