September,
Felt like spring where everything became colorful and blooming.
The month when I knew him.
The month where every single day I hoped to see and talk to him.
The month when I felt butterflies in my stomach.
The month when I liked him, my crush.
October,
still felt like spring where everything was still colorful and blooming yet sometimes it rains.
The month when we started to date.
The month when I knew about him more.
The month when I started to cry with the things he did.
November,
felt like a fall where every leaf started to become orange and fall on the ground.
The month when I didn't know what I did wrong.
The month where we had lots of fights but still held on.
The month where I forgave him in every fight.
The month where I often cried before going to sleep.
December,
felt like winter where everything was cold, lonely, and sad.
The month when we rarely talked.
The month where I overthink if he ever loved me.
The month when I cried every time I thought of him.
The month where I'm being denied that we still love each other.
January,
didn't feel like any seasons. It felt worse like it was the fucking end of the world.
The month where I knew the truth.
The month when I couldn't stop crying.
The month where I knew he never loved me this whole 3 months.
I loved you, B.
It was hard letting you go.
But, I realized I have to.
January,
The month we end everything.
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Dear, My Past Loves
RomanceIf Taylor Swift made songs about her loved ones, I wrote stories about them. -Not all stories are exes but some are my crush
