I blame it on you.
I blame not being able to fall for someone new on you. Not because I'm still in love with you or because you broke my heart to the point where I'm too scared to love again.
No.
I blame it on you because now I've found someone so much better than you and yet, you keep on invading the back of my mind, making it impossible not to compare him to you.
And I know—goodness, I know that I shouldn't even be second guessing because comparing you two is like comparing a polished diamond to an old dusty stone; comparing him to you is like comparing dead roses in an abandoned garden to millions of sunflowers in a beautiful field.
But nevertheless, here I am, hoping a stone is secretly hiding gold inside it and thinking if I water dead roses long enough, they'll come back to life.
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Misconceptions
Short Story"They were addicted to reminiscing on the past." A book of deep thoughts and short scenes on both a girl and a boy who used to be in love. Metaphors, analogies, and all that good stuff included.
