Henry (my boyfriend) called me on the phone. He said,"you know what I haven't said yet?..... I love you"
When we saw eachother that day, he broke up with me.
But he broke up with me because I guess the last straw was myself, complaining, again.....
He said,"I can't do this anymore"
I literally felt my chest tighten, I would do ANYTHING to get him back.
But he just didn't love me anymore.
Then, I met up with Henry and Trystan and they both wanted to find new girlfriends.
That was so painful, but maybe if I helped him he would want me back after he realized that I would do better.....
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Dream journal
PoésieIt's a journal of my dreams. Think of it as I'm sharing a piece of my mind when I can't control it at night. Please comment if you like this idea or not. They're not real stories, only REAL stories from dreams I've had. I'll constantly add new ones...
