It felt like my heart crumpled up every time I made an attempt to talk about what happened. It shouldn't affect me so much it was only two months.
I hate that I cried so much, but I'm human, and it hurt that I just had to act as if I didn't have any feelings towards you, what hurt most was that the next day we saw each other and it was as if nothing happened, as if everything was the same.
The boys were telling me how no matter what guy came in or out of my life I'd always be "their" girl, that hurt me for some reason. I know you don't like them and only try to put up with them because they're so special to me, I'll always thank you for trying to be nice with them.
You're so nice my love, you're so perfect, and you were all mine.
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...
