So everything has begun to feel normal again. Well sort of. You see I can't talk to him like I did. I can't have stupid arguments, I mean debates, over pre 1920's uranium "paint". I can't tell you my thoughts. Your not even here. Maybe you never were.
I go to bed I have to stop myself from texting you. I'm shielding myself behind my brick walls. Emotional damage. All I feel is your absence. All I see is your memories. When I hear that stupid song on the radio all the memories come flashing back.
The memories are hurting less. My smile has become sincere, not genuine. I'm building my walls up.
Everyone is so surprised to see that I'm okay. I'm not okay I tear myself apart for thinking about your smile, the way you hugged me. I want to forget. I hate feeling vulnerable, weak even.
Whatever your reason I just want you to know who I am.
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It Started as A Nightmare
Short StoryI dreamt a dream and this story has been strung, a complicated web in which you realize how much your life could be changed with each breath. And each dream. I'm going to add to this in random intervals so keep checking back. Please leave feedback :...
