I talked to him today. It was so hard not to cry. He told me whatever was going on between him and her was over. I couldn't even look at him though, because I knew if I did I would burst into tears.
I wish I knew if he missed me or not or if he regrets hurting me. Probably not. I wish I knew why I miss him so much. I shouldn't, he hurt me, what he did was awful. I don't want him to know that I cried so much, or what I did, or that I miss him.
YOU ARE READING
My Escape In Writing
De TodoA book where I write some poetry and short stories and stuff like that. I love to write so I think this will be nice for me to write and for you to read.
