I was with my best friends that night, at her house. We started talking about you, I forget why.
I remember begging them not to, but they texted you. Trying to make you understand what had happened, and that I wasn't, in fact, insane. You did everything you could to prove to us that your new girlfriend had good intentions.
I ended up deleting all of the messages between us that I kept close to heart.
All of the moments, all of the hurt, and all of the love.
All of it is gone now, just a distant memory.
I remember crying, I remember staring at all of my scars. Counting them in my head, because they all held a story.
"97, 98, 99, 100..."
I cried in the bathroom for awhile, locked myself inside. Just me and my thoughts having a conversation like we always did. They never left me like you did.
My best friends were worried about me, and quite honestly, I was too.
The endless thoughts of you, are every day.
No matter what situation, you're on my mind.
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Letters to H {One}
Historia Corta[Completed] [Book One] [ All Chapters Edited as of 9/8/17 ] A story composed of letters to an ex best friend and boyfriend #627 in short story on 9/13/15 #481 on 9/14/15 #341 on 9/15/15 ( I just want to say Thank you so much everyone for helping m...
