Hey.
Is this weird? That I'm writing letters to you. I'll stop if you want.
I still love her. And I know she loves you and all, but I can't help it.
You lucky bastard.
You'll be the one she would send good morning texts to. You'll be the one she kisses good night. You'll be the one who hold her when she's scared. You'll be the one to tell her everything will be alright. You'll be the one to comfort her when she cries. You'll be the one she shares her happiest moments. You'll be the one she reads her favorite books to. You'll be the one she sings to. You get to be hers.
I hope you realize how lucky you are.
I didn't really realize it at the time, how lucky I was. I only realize it now that she has you. When it's too late.
You lucky bastard.
YOU ARE READING
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Teen Fiction"I loved her cowardly, yet I love her more than my own life. I love her so much, yet I want her to have better. And that's you. " // aka what i wrote when i was alone and sad //
