Under My Bed

There's something under my bed but its not a monster. It is a box of secrets. Memories spent by me and my bestie. I still remember that day when me and my best friend converse through chits. What were those days. I hid this box from my family. In my sad days, Whenever I read our chats, A strange smile pops into my face. Truly, my friend I am missing you so much.