*Della*
While trying to write something—anything—for my book, a message from Donald appeared on my phone. Picking up the device, I unlocked it and read his message.
'Hi, Della. Good morning! It's a beautiful morning because every time I wake up, I remember you are in my life one way or the other. Even though we've yet to be a thing, I cherish the time we spend together.'
I read his message with a blank face because nothing seemed to interest me about it. I was used to waking up to Mr. Cary's text, and he was the only one I wanted to send me morning texts. After reading, I dropped my phone, not bothering to reply to his message. I stared at the blank screen of my laptop, resuming the struggle to continue my book.
It had been over a month and I still found it so hard to write. I knew
