No matter how much I would hope and pray for some sort of miracle, I feel like I always knew in the back of my mind that this sort of ending between us was inevitable.
But now, with tear stained cheeks and rumpled hair, I am hating myself for even considering the fact that you could have changed, even for me. I am hating myself for giving you chances, over and over again.
And I am hating myself because I know that part of me will always want to just drive back to your house and lay my head on your chest, and act like you didn't throw everything we had away as though none of it happened.
But a lot happened! We laughed and talked until three in the morning, played in the snow, kissed in the rain. We went to parties, crashed a wedding and learned bake in my kitchen. We made out drunkenly in Natalie O'hara's closet because when the world went to shit we found comfort in each other.
And now, I don't know what to do with myself. I can only hope that one day you realise that I was the love of your life and I hope that it fucking breaks your heart, knowing that you destroyed me like this.
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Everything I Have
Teen Fiction•And I guess I'm just a mess, and maybe I'm just lonely, or just bitter but I know my heads a storm and my chest is empty without you• Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean that they don't love you with everythi...
