English 201
In this corner I hide myself. Staring. Writing love letters.
2160 so far. Unmailed.
20 minutes past the hour. My love, my oh so secret love, where are you today?
A note slides into my lap.
A sketch.
A slouched girl writing love letters.
"Dinner at 8pm?". I turn to see you smile.
1 comment:
Sweet, very sweet.:)
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