You whispered beautiful butterflies in my ear. They told me about our soon adventures
Bonny tales of us traveling the world together hand-in-hand.
Those once wonderful soon be memories turned into my worst nightmare when I found out who this person actually was.
I can still feel your sticky hand traveling up my leg.
Sometimes your humid breath on my neck wakes me at 3am to be reminded all about you.
I can still feel you wrapped around me clinging to anything you could get your hands on.
I managed to get away.
I stayed away for two years.
You disappeared so quickly only to reappear just as fast.
The thought of being in the same room as you soon scares me.
I have trouble saying no.
YOU ARE READING
This Dying Love
AléatoireLove is dying. Love is hurting. Love is boring. Love is searching for something new. Love is simply love. This book isn't just about love. Its about the good times and the bad times. And everything in between. This is a personal journal at most. D...
