Morning:
We go to breakfast.
She doesn't speak to me.
She must hate me.
I don't know what I did.
Her sister says that she says she doesn't want to say something she'll regret.
She takes her sister to her aunts.
Afternoon:
She's staying with her aunt too.
I knew she would.
But at least she's texting me.
She says she's not upset with me.
I tell her I'm not upset with her.
She apologizes for being bitchy.
I apologize for overthinking.
She says its okay.
I say not really, but it's something I can work on.
She loves the text message.
Evening:
She sends me a funny shirt.
I love funny shirts.
"getting this for u ASAP" she sends.
She sends me another.
"I ❤️ MENTALLY ILL WOMEN"
She says she's also getting me that one.
I tell her I wanted to get her one that says "I ❤️ my beautiful girlfriend so please stay away from me"
I ask if she'd wear it.
She says yes, of course.
8:43pm, I say "I just want you to know, I'm very much in love with you."
9:03pm, she says "im very much in love with you"
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Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy