"It don't get much dumber, than trying to forget a girl when you love her."
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I hate the way someone else's lips feel on mine.
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What if it's always going to be you?
What if I'm always going to try and find you in every person I meet?
What if I'm never going to stop giving up on us?
I used to think that it would be you I'd end up with. That we'd be happy together; in our small house, with a big garden. Our dogs running around, kids chasing them.
I used to think that it would be you who would welcome me home; after a long, hard day. Your arms engulfed around me – the feeling of security, safeness and love overwhelming me. The feeling of being home.
But you were my home.
What if you always will be?
YOU ARE READING
21 days.
Short StoryA journal. A pen. A heartbreak. A path to recovery. Not all drugs are in the form of a pill or a stick. Sometimes, it's brown eyed, kissed-swollen lips and a thumping heart.
