#damned boy

[rsrevan]

[sailingaugust]

September,  This morning I sat one row to the left of his fingertips, but I still turn around to see his eyes. This letter is written to you because the Autumn rain made my toes curl and I could no longer feel August. We were asked to write a letter to June and I could not find a place in my letter for you. I made sure to wear my best brown eyes and  carried the notebook with the most pieces my heart wrote about you. My teacher is not fond of notebooks. I fear if your eyes caught mine, loose leaf paper will spill all over you. It is not of much importance. You don’t know my name.