Remembering Sunday.

That was it, she had left, never to be seen again,
He had nothing, no reason to be here, standing outside her house waiting for her, waiting to beg her to take him back.
He dropped the letter at the feet of the neighbour, turned to the house
“I love you maria” he whispers softly,
Before turning the other way, pulling his hoody over his head, stuck his hands in his pockets and started to walk.

I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home

disclaimer;

i do not own Alex, all time low or the song remembering Sunday.