Cam, why did you have to let them get in the way?
Why did you have to let his words influence you?
Why do you doubt yourself?
Don't tell me that you aren't good enough for me, don't tell me to go back to him, don't tell me that they're right.
You are the reason why I was happy, so so happy, and in such little time.
You were my first real kiss, and it was in Barcelona too, fuck Cam, you had this power over me. My mood shifted when I was around you.
It's all gone now.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Cam,
Short StoryThis isn't a story about love, and it is certainly not about hate. This is a coping mechanism. These are raw feeling during a vulnerable time, and I can't help but continue thinking if I truly loved him... Do you think it was real, or just a burnin...
