It feels so weird talking to all these men as they speak and regard me so nicely. They are so polite and ask me about my day or how I am or what my day consists of. Something that you never did when we were together. It just feels so strange to be treated so nicely by someone else
YOU ARE READING
it was you, always...
Poetryit was always you and me. it was always going to be us against the world. we were so in love and had the whole world ahead of us. but... now that its not, what am I suppose to do?
