The Hardest Part of Play Fighting
I walked in a straight line kicking my feet through the grass with each step. I saw Cooper pull out of his driveway but I kept my eyes down, my mouth sad. I don't have to talk to anyone in this town. I will not talk to anyone.
There is this weird tinge of leaving growing in my stomach. I keep thinking about the West, about my bicycle in the yard, the leaves that are sure to fall.
I wonder about my boyfriend who can't make me happy when I am sad.
Luke Steere at summer camp.
There is this weird tinge of leaving growing in my stomach. I keep thinking about the West, about my bicycle in the yard, the leaves that are sure to fall.
I wonder about my boyfriend who can't make me happy when I am sad.
Luke Steere at summer camp.