The way I loved him was nothing less than incredible. It was phenomenal—exceptional. It was better than anything I thought a soul was capable of. It was far from ordinary. But just because I was capable of loving him this strongly, doesn't mean he deserved it. I needed somebody; I needed anyone and I foolishly let it be him. I shared my soul with the wrong kind of person—and that'll always be my fault.
g.vio.g // gabsviolet
YOU ARE READING
Love is Impatient, Love is Unkind
PoésieWhat comes to mind at 3 am when you're missing someone.
