Dear Esme
So I guess it isn't over.
I can see you walking towards me, and as much as I want to use all the anger I've built up this past hour and run away, leaving you the way you left me. I just can't.
My feet and heart refuse to move anywhere. So I pointlessly wait for your arrival.
As you get closer, my heart starts to gain sense, and I'm so close to leaving when I then see the blotchiness of your face.
You've been crying ?
Was it about me ?
YOU ARE READING
Dear Esme
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