Everytime you cross my mind, I get this aching pain in my stomach and heart and I wish you'd stay with for a little while longer but this entire time, I've known you'd break me into a thousand pieces but I just continue to hold on to these stupid feelings I have about you.
I just want to tell you all these things but I can't because it doesn't matter. You're never going to understand how much you mean to me. Frankly I don't even know how much you mean to me.
But it's too much for me to handle.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Stories
Short StoryThe book of stories is just that. A book of short stories I've written. It varies from love, loss, poems, sadness, happiness, it all depends on what I want to write.
