I don't miss you, I miss the things you said to me. You made me feel special, flattering me with words that could melt even the most durable of hearts. But those words spoiled after that one night. I hate you for being able to wriggle those words into the fissures of my heart. But I love you for make me feel like the most important person in your life, even if it was temporary. Unfortunately in the end, those words never ended up being true.
They never meant anything...
So why? Why do I miss them so much?
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Short StoryA simple book filled with poems and short stories, written by @_Lorax_