Who knew that one week could have so much sadness in it.
I finally got away, by myself.
I wanted to cry for you like I've done every day this week and realized that I couldn't.
The tears just wouldn't come.
So I guess it's true that tears can run dry.
With every day comes a new realization.
Of the things that happened.
Of the things you went through.
How did you stay so calm?
I don't even know.
All I know that this has sure been one week.
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Short Stories Of Love (COMPLETED)
RomanceI may not be able to give all this love to the one who doesn't know I'm here but why let it go to waste when I can let it overflow here?
