Short Story Number Seven Hundred
When it’s really late at night and we can’t get to sleep, we’ll listen to the people next door who always argue with each other. Or sometimes I’ll start to write in my little notebook about all the stupid things I’ve been thinking about lately. And after a while i’ll show you and you’ll always smile when I write about cats and the stupid rain and why we are together and happy while everything else is falling apart.
(Source: keremmermutlu)
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