Nemophilist
Past
I remember when we first met. You were nine, and I was a goner. Your family moved from New York to here; the only thing that was interesting in town was the abnormal number of toads in the summer, and your smile. I think from that moment, I knew it was love or at least something that presented itself as love, I was never quite sure. I’ve never been very good with expressing the way that I feel, I’m sure you have come to notice over the past years.
Did you know that your mother hasn’t smiled since the day you died?
Did you know that your mother hasn’t smiled since the day you died?