You know, there was a time when I thought I'd be with you forever. Hell, we even had started naming our future kids. That's what scared me in the end though, wasn't it? I knew you thought I was the only one for you, and yet I knew you were so wrong for me.
I just wanted to tell you that today I danced with my girlfriend. First time ever, she pulls me off my bed though every part of my body screamed in pain, and she slow dances with me. The room was darker than black leather, and yet I could still see her face, I could still feel how she kissed me. The Spanish version of Beautiful Crazy played in the background off her phone speakers, and she looked so beautiful just standing there, swaying with me. She told me that every time she sings that song, she thinks of me.
I wonder if you still think of me when you hear that song.
It used to be ours after all.
Part of me imagines that you still wish you were her. You wish you were the one slow dancing with me in my messy apartment at 10 pm, having me pray that I could keep standing even when my legs were threatening to give out. Even now, she's cooking in the kitchen, making me lava cakes. She's so beautiful, so sweet, and so kind. Part of me wonders what I ever did to deserve her.
Sucks to suck, doesn't it?
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Love Letters From The Lonely
General FictionA collection of love letters from people who never sent them. Are all these letters from one person? Or are they a web of sorrow and longing from many different authors? Writer's Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Although its form is that of a...
