𓆩♡𓆪

Third of December, you in his sweater, in this freezing winter, said it fits you better. You liked him longer, but Arthur liked another, only if he knew how much you've like him, but now he's watching your eyes as she walks by. He's got mesmerized by her eyes, while you were there, sighting his bright smiles.

જ⁀➴ ♡

But of course, you can't. He's a man, you're a man, too. It's too complicated, unsophisticated. You're not even half as pretty. He gave her a sweater, it's just polyester, but he liked her better, you find yourself whispering:

"I wish I were Heather..."