On Sunday, I realized it has been six months since I let you go.
On Monday, I couldn't help but wonder if you miss me.
On Tuesday, I thought about how far I've come since you broke me.
On Wednesday, I went to work but even that couldn't keep your return off my mind.
On Thursday, I couldn't help but wonder if you'll try to come back into my life.
On Friday, I thought about how I'm not ready to be in a relationship because of you.
On Saturday, I sat up at 3 am writing just trying to get this weight off my chest.
It's not the future that I'm afraid of. It's repeating the past that makes me anxious.
On days, I remember us, I wish I could forget.
On days, I remember how much I loved you, I wish I could forget.
On days, I remember the good times, I wish you were the man I thought you were.
On days, I remember our fights, I wish you had tried to understand everything.
On days, I remember how happy you made me feel, I wish you hadn't changed.
On days, I remember how upset you made me feel, I wish I had left sooner.
On days, I remember how you played me and cheated on me, I wish I knew sooner.
You're going to miss me and when you do, you'll realize that you only have yourself to blame and I hope that blame hurts like the pain of you leaving hurt me.
On nights, I lie awake, I wonder why I let you in.
On nights, I lie awake, I wonder how you've been.
On nights, I lie awake, I wonder why you changed.
On nights, I lie awake, I wonder what made you push me away.
On nights, I lie awake, I wonder what could have been if you had only truly loved me.
On nights, I lie awake, I wonder why you had to make me feel like I was crazy.
On nights, I lie awake, I wonder why you cheated on me.
Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.
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My Hidden Letters: A Letter to Someone I Used to Know
RomanceThe story of a woman moving on from heartbreak that left her suicidal. She begins to write a letter that she'll never send in hopes that writing everything out will help her to heal and move on. Does her plan succeed or does she succumb to her darke...
