For most people, those three words are magical. They excite others. Their hearts are filled with joy.
I love you.
For her, it was scary. She never would've thought this would've happened. He tells her everyday. And she tries to believe it. But, she knows that he'll be gone.
Along with his I love you.
But, it's fine. She's been through this. Her heart has been damaged so much, it's barely there. The emotions feel numb.
His I love you feared her heart.
It was filled with some hope.
The heart knew it was fake hope.
The heart tried not to absorb it.
Because, it did help the heart.
The heart didn't want to get addicted.
To something fake.
Because one day, that hope would be gone.
Along with him.
And his I love you.
-TheNerdanionMirror
(Format inspired by Impossiblegurl04)
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TheNerdanionMirror's Book Of Death
RandomKind of like a diary. I just write whatever I wanna write. Could be 2 letters to a billion pages long. Doesn't matter. Beware of depressed shit and just overall confusion and randomness. (Cover created by @toepnav1)
