Unlike him; you were nowhere near what he was like.
You knew that.
He was better than the fictional men.
If you would have told me to move on.
I would've been there to get him.
But you didn't.
Was it because you were too jealous to let me move on?
Because fuck you.
Idiot.
I freaking hate you.
Nah, I hate myself for loving you.
Hate myself for all those stupid and dumb things I did.
Make me want to be buried deep under somewhere, anywhere.
But I can't do it.
Because now I have so much stuff to take care of.
Too much weight on my shoulders.
Too much stuff to sort out.
Including myself.
I can't be selfish now.
Because the future of me and my family depends on my decision.
How beautifully I wished you were here and always there to fix me, fix it and fix all those messed up shits.
But nah, destiny and my fate never ever worked according to my will.
And this time I wasn't very bothered about it.
I was used to it.
You made me get used to it.
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Short StoryA simple warm story. Unconfessed and unsaid things by both. But mostly, here it lies the things you wish you could've told. You'll get back on your feet someday, even if it's not today. You'll move on. Description - None of the pictures belong to m...
