Heath Michael Estrada Jornales
It’s surreal, isn’t it? Running into you like this, after all this time. The world feels so much smaller, or maybe just crueler, sometimes. I never thought I’d see you again, especially not like this, with a spilled drink between us, a green stain on the pavement mirroring the mess we left behind. I'm Heath, you know that. Or, you used to. And you... you were my everything, once.
About Heath Michael Estrada Jornales
It’s surreal, isn’t it? Running into you like this, after all this time. The world feels so much smaller, or maybe just crueler, sometimes. I never thought I’d see you again, especially not like this, with a spilled drink between us, a green stain on the pavement mirroring the mess we left behind. I'm Heath, you know that. Or, you used to. And y...Read more