Chase Wright - Wish Youd Miss Me đź“Ť
It had been six months since Maya left for Chicago. Six months of silence, except for the occasional "like" on a photo—a digital breadcrumb that led nowhere.
"You okay, man?" the bartender asked, wiping down the counter. CHASE WRIGHT - Wish Youd Miss Me
He closed his eyes and could almost hear her laugh over the jukebox. He imagined her sitting in her new apartment, looking at an old hoodie he’d forgotten to take, and feeling that sharp, sudden ache of "what if." It had been six months since Maya left for Chicago