Bøger af Shriya Chaturvedi

One night in the summer, at 2am and i was giggling your name. Three words on the tip of my tongue. i really thought you were my four-ever and more. It was your birthday the 5th day of June. Six pages in my diary that day which i wrote about you. 777...i thought of it as a sign. I dreamed of us in a boat in the lake playing cards. you pulled out an 8 numbered card and my cards were all jokers.. For a while i was on cloud 9. i wanted to yell out that i loved you 10,000 times. One day in the winter it all changed. 2am was full of crying and the three words no longer sounded true. It turned from four-ever to never-ever, we couldn't proceed five minutes without bickering. The six pages made my heart crumple and it only took seven days for everything to change. Eight unread texts begging you to stay. I fell from cloud 9 and drowned in the very same lake we once played cards in.