She's what you need, what you want and who I'm not.
But I can't help myself from wanting you every second of everyday
I hate myself for hating to wake up just because you're not the first thing I see in the morning.
I miss your warm cinnamon sent and the way you tug at your hair when you're nervous.
But the truth is that she's blonde, happy "not depressing" as you put it. She's talented, gorgeous and smells like sunshine. You're good with her.
Like I said, everything I'm not.
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Short Story"Please don't leave!" He didn't even close the door ~ She arrived with a chips in her heart and left with it shattered on the floor
