I know how hard I am to love, believe me, I know. I am the unwanted child. I am defensive. I take things too personally. I come off as rude and unapproachable. I don't trust anyone, which makes it hard to bond. I over think.
But I'm insecure. Underneath, I am just broken, and I ache for someone to see me.
Every word I throw at someone is really a plea.
So when I love, I love with everything I've got. I loved you.
I trusted you.
How did you do it? How did you make me let you in?
How could you see me in all of its damaged, bruised glory and still leave me?
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Out of Ink | A Short Story
Short Story❝What if he didn't leave ... what if he disappeared?❞ highest rank: #27 in SS 1st place for Best Tragedy in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017 2nd place for Short Story in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017