Dear Andy,
The competition was clearly yours. You won and now your a king. Not mine but someone elses'. The turn of events is beyond heartbreaking for me and yet I choose to be happy for you. Another milestone in your journey without me in the picture.
Where was I probably? Well, I stayed in my bed, curled up in my blanket.Cuddling myself with my pillows as I tend my brokenheart and limp body. The stress, frustration and pain took it's toll on me. I tried to visit wonderland but sleep won't allow me. So I stayed awake most of the night, wallowing alone. I have cried over you so many times, the water bank dried.
Your fame rose and everyone knew you. Aside from your broad arms and striking face, you had talent, you had substance. Who would'nt want to be your girl Andy? I pour all my time in work just to get you off my mind. We are living in different worlds now.
A month after your much-awaited fame, I receive stolen shots from a friend. It was you drinking with some random girl, with your arm wrap around her and the other holding your new bestfriend. Alcohol.
Some of the pictures were blurry but I still recognize your silhouette. It was Andy in every angle. This is not the man I love. It's not who you are. Why must you end up this way? It broke my already shattered pieces and I am almost beyond fixing.
Grace❤
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