And today I've decided to let you leave. It's been about half a year and I'm stuck on the same story, trying to comprehend what caused this to go this way. Most times is try to leave it alone and hope that the thoughts of you sink in the very old files of memories in the back of my mind. There you sit filling every last bit of memories unspoken, unspoken for the past 6 months. So here I write for the lost hope and broken promises of what once was and what will never be... Again. I write for the sake of my own mind because if there's anything I do know, is that you would never read the sorrows along these lines.
YOU ARE READING
Our love was like a painted canvas
RomanceNow it's been a little while and she's stuck in the past reliving the memories of what used to be. She was blinded and drowning in seas of sorrow but she knows that although they both had created a beautiful masterpiece, it's time to move onto the n...
