Broken Stories

Hey.

Hey.

Yeh let's also make a fight on Wattpad. No thanks.

There are just a few things I want to say.

I miss you, yes I do, but sometimes you've got to let go.

I know you hate me and yes I know why.

I am sorry, but don't say you didn't cause any harm to me.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Yes. Why? Because I felt for once really loved and being first in row of friends.

I am also crying right now.

Why? Because of the upper things I said and because of the memories I have from us. Everywhere I go, I see you-us.

Friends? No we weren't.

We were sisters.

I just hope you'll find a better friend than me.

Because I know I screwed up.

But the problem is. I can't help you change the past. I only can help you change the future,

But you don't want to..

I don't know more what to say.

Sorry. Is all I can say.

I know you won't accept it, and I'm ok with it, because that's what I deserve.