After being with Emma, I realised that I missed her company. I seemed to appreciate her much more than I had before. Or rather compared to how much I should have appreciated her.
I can't help myself but to re-read messages from him.
I did it because I wanted to remind myself, or attempt at reminding myself how I felt or was acting towards him in order for me to go through with it all.//i'm sorry :( I just don't like it when people get upset with me so I try and make things right, this is what i'm trying to do//
what was I doing? I was searching for love and respect with a mind full of guilt and I deserved it all.
Him: Just go with Emma its what's best
I replied to this by contradicting myself..
// oh I really don't know what to do now. what about prom? ..//
you mean what about you!
// You'll regret not going...//
I was stuck searching.
//But then again I will regret going with you...//
that did take some guts. I was telling him that I basically needed/ was in need of him. I showed the weakness I'd hid from, for a long while.
//Oh why did you have to go and break your ankle ;)//
even emoticons don't help my case.
I didn't plan on re-reading anything.
My phone was right next to me and I felt the need. I craved clarity and instead I developed a new sense. A sense of fear mixed with absolute regret and sanctuary.
I deserve something unexpectant to happen.
I'm not sure of what I believe in, but I'm sure that I may have developed a conscience which is out of my control rather than trapped within me and my own self-pity.
I wanted to find clarity to satisfy myself and others. Mainly Emma. Instead, I've been a fraud , I tried my hardest to pour my heart out to Emma, to show her all I had inside. I wanted to remind her of why we were friends. The point I'd been stupid enough to not re-think was that she was my friend because she trusted me, now the trust has left us both.
I deserved him. I really hope I do.
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Midnight Messages [wattys2015]
ChickLitMessages from a boy, which are read over and over, to the point that it makes Amelia sick. It only takes her the same amount of time that she spends overthinking to type and send a response. [ please don't be put off by how many parts are in my st...