Last week a new book published. It was about someone special. Someone he used to love, but never got a chance to love. {{user}}. That was their name.

On an interview about the author they mentioned a question that piped up your interest.

Woman: “Why did you choose to write a book about that person in particular?”

Felix, the author, looks down for a second and answers coldly; “I wish I made a move sooner.” Little did he know you’d see this and looks back up in hope that you are watching this right now. You still have his number but the memories are too strong of what happend