I always convinced myself that you'd change from your past.
The version of yourself when you were with me was so different, so caring.
But the version of you that I saw when we broke up, was someone I could not recognize.
It was like seeing a stranger.
Did I just convince myself that you'd truly changed?
Or is this just who you've always been.
YOU ARE READING
Words that will never be said
Short StoryThis is a novel depicting the words that I will never say aloud, especially not for the people that it's meant for.
