Dear M, Four years ago, we established the end of what never was, and I finally let go of you. I couldn’t be happier now with the love of my life, but you still linger. I feel infinitely guilty for still wanting to be with you, just once more… Please don’t rip me apart again,
I thought, for a long time, that I was getting braver. But today, watching you from across the room while you typed on your laptop and sipped your latte, I felt like I was ten years old again, hiding my face from my parent’s friends, blushing from a boy’s slightest glance, hyperventilating when asked to
today, someone asked me if i was okay for the first time. this quiet girl that rarely speaks just looked at me for a second, and she just asked me if i was okay. it wasn’t like one of those “wow, you’re crazy. do you need a moment?” or “you just fell/got a bad grade/etc..you
Courtney, I’m sorry I got jealous of you, and how pretty you are. I’m sorry I ruined our friendship by thinking it was better that way. If I ever had a chance with you, I don’t anymore. But I want you to know, even though we don’t talk much anymore, I think about you all
It felt so real but then again I could be wrong Just tell me when will I be okay? When will I heal? How Long? Maybe one day you can see your mistake, But will that ever happen? How long will it take? I’ll sit here alone and think to myself, I’ll try not to
It tends to hit me the most at night. I know that is because this is when we talked most. Yes, yes, we talked all the time, but there is something about hearing your voice next to me at night. You made me feel safe, like nothing mattered, We both said this would never change.