At thirty,
you ran away from your house. You fought hard with Caroline and that you needed space for a moment. I didn't know what it was about, but you stayed a few nights in this apartment that used to belong to you. I heard you sobbing though every night, and I can't help but to also cry in silence. It hurt me to hear your sobs. And it even hurt me to know the reason of your cry wasn't me. That night, when I can't stand your cry, I came by you and hugged you.
And to my surprise, you kissed me, which was a big mistake.
Please, don't get my hopes up on you, baby.
YOU ARE READING
The Hourglass.
ContoAt 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...
