They told me that with time I would get over it, that I would find someone else and that I would completely forget about his name. They told me that this hurt would only be temporary yet here I am, a few months later looking at your number and crying. Here I am a few months later and loving you more than I did before. Here I am wishing that my phone would light up with your name on it.
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Letters To You
PoetryThe words that are never spoken are usually the words that need to be said
