27/2/23
Laying in my bed and losing my shit. She is everything you ever wanted, even more than I was when what you wanted was me, because she isn't crazy like me, and she still wouldn't be thinking about you like I do.
I'm sure she doesn't let the tears fall until she falls asleep, and I'm sure her wounds don't take years to heal, after you've lost so much blood you feel like you can't breathe.
She is the one you text when you feel sad and the one you tell stories to. She will know your life better than I ever did, at least when I felt like I knew you, but who knows, I see what I want, the same way like you care when you want.

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Things I Would Never Say Out Loud
Non-FictionLittle pieces of my life and my diary.