A Reverse Chronological Portrait Written by a Young Girl
Entry 3
It wasn’t a crush anymore. I was over the moon.
I was dissected, each fragment ready to shatter at his command. My entire short stupid existence I’d been longing for a feeling I’d never felt until him. Isn’t that romantic?
He snuck me out through the back door.
I was dissected, each fragment ready to shatter at his command. My entire short stupid existence I’d been longing for a feeling I’d never felt until him. Isn’t that romantic?
He snuck me out through the back door.