5 months. Maybe it was for the best. I mean you look so much happier now. Talking with your friends, smiling. The same smile that greeted my parents everyday. The first guy my dad ever approved for me. That's why I'm glad I loved you. Keyword: loved.
I don't love you anymore. I don't miss the times we had with each other. I don't miss the way your eyes lit up when a dog passed. I don't miss your smile when talking about books. I don't miss the falling asleep together on call. I don't miss the playlists. I don't miss the random knocks at the door. I don't miss your weird text at 3AM when you can't sleep. No, I don't miss it at all.
I'm bluffing. I do miss it. I miss everything about you. But how could I ever tell you that. You hate me. Maybe it's better that way. You shouldn't be able to love me while I'm like this. 1 more month. It'll be all over. I won't have to feel the pain of seeing you happier without me.Fuck I lied, I do hate you. I hate the way you walk. I hate the way you blink quickly when you're confused. I hate your voice. I hate everything about you. But mostly, I hate the way you've engraved yourself in my mind. In conclusion? Fuck you.
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the stories that inspired the songs i write
Short Storyi read somewhere that writing stories help with the process of writing songs. so i wanted to see if it would help me become a better song writer. these are the story concepts for the songs i write.
