No words can ever explain the hurt, disappointment, and betrayal I felt as I read your conversations with her.
The amount of excitement in your sentences, the amount of kindness shown.
I haven't seen them since the very beginning of us.
The words exchanged with her have been more than the words exchanged between us both in text and in person.
When I have to beg and beg for your attention, that's when I know I've lost it.
After expressing my dismay, I'm only met with silence.
That's when I know I've lost you.
Three long years down the drain.
YOU ARE READING
I Knew
Short StoryI knew; I knew he was no longer mine. I knew everything was falling apart. Yet, I refuse to believe it, and he refuses to let go. I knew it was toxic, but I still held on.
