"Do you love me?" He asked.
I remained silent. A week ago I would have said yes, I wouldn't have hesitated with my answer. But after everything that had happened in the last week I wasn't sure. He wasn't the same person I thought I loved. Sure he looked the same and even sounded the same, but, since I had gotten a glimpse into his life I hadn't been able to look at him the same. He no longer seemed as whole as the boy I knew a week ago, he no longer seemed loveable.
"No."
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From The Book I'll Never Write
PoetrySomething I had to write in order to feel again.
