Dear Gray,
I think I'm getting better.
It's been a two and a half months
since my last letter to you.
I don't cry when I hear your name anymore.
I've actually smiled a couple times this month.
It doesn't hurt as much
To wake up without you.
But I'm still hoping that one day
I'll wake up with a text from you,
Saying how sorry you are.
Not because I miss you but,
Because I hope you regret letting it end
The way it did.
I hope you remember our relationship like I did,
I hope you smile at the memories we made.
And I hope that it haunts you,
Just like it haunted me.
I hope it eats at you,
I hope you realise you had me,
I was completely in love with you,
And you went and threw it all away.
You had me,
Not anymore.
I have to go,
Love,
Alana.
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Letters To: Gray
Short Story"im hurting Gray, and I don't know how much longer I can take this." -Alana :: highest achievement: #684 in short story ::