I never thought someone could care about me or even love me with all my imperfections but a few years ago I met him the only person that stayed next to me even in my darkest times. After we first met I thought he was going to leave, that he was never going to speak to me again but it wasn't that way at all... He actually kept in touch.
As the year past by we started talking more and more, I started to like him more and more and my trust towards him grew bigger each day nevertheless I don't know if what I feel is love but what I do know is that I care about him even more than I should.
It hurts me so much that I see him just once a year for less than two weeks and the rest of the year we are far apart living our own lives with friends, university, parties and all the things life brings on.
Anyway this summer was different than the others because this one my brother and I had the house for ourselves, I can still remember the tenderness and madness in the air; the hot makeout sessions and all the things that came after every kiss. This time when he left was the first time my heart actually ached, this time our little infinite, those eleven days, happened so fast that the only thing I want is to go back in time and live them all over again.
Now that he's back in his city I'm truly afraid he finds a girl the makes him happy and all that. I know that he's not mine and that he probably will never be but I care too much and my heart will break and it'll hurt so much if he finds love because that leads to not speaking again probably and I'll have no one to trust.
I'm afraid of being backstabbed by the one person I fully trust.
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Non-FictionThis is not a story or a fanfinc... Is what I felt for 11 days this summer. Hope you like it :) Just fixed the grammar errors sorry lol... If you read it please leave a comment it would mean a lot!
