Everyday I try to forget, I pretend we never happened. Everyday I realize how much I care, how much we truly happened. My best friend was always you until forever and always became something with an expiration date. Maybe that's unfair, you put up with me too. Fact is though, our relationship was built on a lie. Forever and always was never permanent for you. Maybe that's spiteful, but that's life. I don't want your sympathy, I don't want to guilt trip you. I want you to know the truth. If you never read this, that's completely fine.
YOU ARE READING
For My Beloved
RandomIf it's for you, you'll know. It's a mess cus you know I never proofread
