Was it too much? Was it too much? The question whirled through my head. Does he love me?
If so, he's hiding it with this bad-boy act. And I hate it. He made me cry. A lot.
Here I am, sitting on my bed. Nobody's home right now with me. My sister lives with my dad in south America. I live here with mom, but she's away for two weeks for her job.
If you knew me, you would get it. But you don't. I found an old stupid diary of younger me in a box in the closet. I tore out the pages and I'm gonna write in it. For me.
I used to love writing, and I still do. I write all the time.
I still feel broken in my heart, though. That won't change. Ever.
How did this all happen? Its a long story. But, I have time. For the beginning. You know what? I'll write it all down. To read later.
I took out the diary and a pen. Its time for my story. My own story.
YOU ARE READING
MayField Circle: Book 1:Too Much To Ask
General FictionEvery time I try to make you smile, you're always feeling sorry for yourself. Every time I try to make you laugh, you can't, your too tough. You think you're loveless. Is that too much that I'm asking for?
