Atlantic promised me he would never do it again.
And I believed him because I wanted him to stop crying.
There were so many things I wanted.
I was so fucking selfish
I wanted so much from him and when I didn't get what I wanted I made him unhappy.
I'm so sorry Atlantic.
I'm so fucking sorry.
YOU ARE READING
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Short Story#27- flowers 11/21/18 #748- poetry We had this sick fantasy that we could be in love forever. That no one could tear us apart. Well, except ourselves.
