Hello Sad Eyes. . .

So...there was this boy.

His name was M.

I loved him.

I still do.

I haven't heard from M in a long time, and I'm worried about him.

But most of all...I miss him.

I am not a poet. I am barely a writer. I'm sad right now.

Isn't that the best time to write?

My other account(s) only remind me of bad things.

Let's try for some good things this time around, huh?

Hello Sad Eyes.