“He still asks about me?” She questioned.
“Yes,” her friend said, “It’s always been you. I never think he got over you.”
A sad smile slipped on her face as she said, “I never quite got over him either.”
“He still asks about me?” She questioned.
“Yes,” her friend said, “It’s always been you. I never think he got over you.”
A sad smile slipped on her face as she said, “I never quite got over him either.”
Perfectly Imperfect Me 