He moved on. He has another love. Someone who can give him what I could not. I don't know whether to be happy for him or or to feel sad. Honestly I don't think about him as much as I thought I would. It just bugs me that I thought we would last forever.
We are in a good place, we still text each other sometimes and there is no longer this feeling of nothingness. I felt so much anger in the beginning, I felt like I wasn't good enough, like what we had wasn't real, like we weren't real. What we shared with each other, I've never let anyone this close to me before. I don't regret it, I just keep overthinking.
JE LEEST
Liefste dagboek
PoetryTake a look inside my messy head. I always forget things so I want to share them with you before I forget them.
