Not to mention, you're keeping me away from my homework. How do you think that makes me feel? It makes me feel like a loser, that's how.
I know I'm going to miss you some days. Mostly I'll miss you when I'm crying. I'll miss the way you wiped the tears away.
But we're done. This is over. No looking back.
You know who you are,
Sincerely,
Alec.
That doesn't mean the blog is going. Does it?
ReplyDeleteI like how Chesca knew you weren't talking about a boy.
ReplyDeleteIs nine o'clock late?