At sixteen,
I was at my worst. I didn't know how to explain but I'd rather cut than cry. Three years of not being friends with my own best friend was never easy. I had to walk alone everyday for the hell of three years. We never talked anymore and it indeed hurt me a lot. I started to cut at the age of fifteen though, maybe it was because that day when you passed me by the school hall but you did not even take a quick glance at me for one second, I don't know I forgot. But yeah, you got me into this game. And I'm sorry.
YOU ARE READING
The Hourglass.
NouvellesAt five, I met you for the first time. At eight, I fell in love with you. At twenty six, I watched you marry the girl you love the most in life. At twenty eight, you got your first child born into the world with such a happiness I could never give y...
