I don't think I was capable of loving her anymore and maybe she knew that. She had too. I don't think she necessarily cared though, as long as she held onto a piece of me. That piece of me was the thought. No matter how horrid and heart breaking it was, she continued to hold onto it with everything in her.I wasn't going to stop her. There was no need. She was a smart girl. She'd get over it, right?
I continuously smoked; I needed something to distract me not only from her, but issues in my life as well.
I hadn't seen my mother in ages, we were close and then we weren't.
We lived miles apart which was understandable, but we didn't even talk on the phone as often as I liked.
I missed her. I guess distance greets everyone unexpectedly sometimes though.
Parties went on throughout my phone every other Friday night and I forgot everything for a long while. However, when I woke up on Saturday morning and draped my feet over my bed as I sat up, I felt everything and then nothing, all at once.
My life was a mess and I didn't have any motivation to fix it.
She was my motivation, but she was vacant from my life.
It makes no sense, honestly.
She my motivation, yet I don't strive to obtain her love- at least not often.
I'm know..I'm not--.
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Distance Between Us | j.d.b ✔️ (BOOK I X II) THE FANFIC
FanfictionIt's been months. Months since I last saw her face. Months since I've heard her voice. Months since I've heard her laugh. Months since I've seen her smile. Months since her body has touched mine. Months since the...