i had never met anyone like you.
anyone.
you wore this denim jacket, i remember it was always with you. even in the summer it was thrown across your backseat. the concert badges you'd picked up over the years covered it, when you walked they sung. it was a beautiful chorus of sound. now as i hold your jacket taking in the salty scent it isn't beautiful as when you wore it.
maybe because now a few of the badges are floating around my bombshell of a room.
i never had met anyone that had ever been to that many concerts in my life.
and you were only just sixteen.
if only i'd gone with you, imagine the mermories we would have shared.
wyatt
YOU ARE READING
unequivocal.
General Fictionnight and day our fears and dreams, different but equally as captivating. these our your letters you never got to read enda.
