May 6th, 2013
Dear Luke,
Do you remember when we were at my house for the first time? We cuddled up on my bed and asked each other pointless questions that meant everything to me.
I asked you, "if you were in jail, what would you be in for?"
You answered with, "Probably drunk driving. Definitely not murder, I could never live with myself knowing I killed someone."
I never believed people when they said how much it hurts to have your heart broken, until it was me.
Lying on the floor.
With mascara running down my face.
Gasping for air.
Crying.
So don't you dare say that you'd never kill anyone, because that night, you killed me.
Maybe not physically, but mentally and emotionally. The pain makes it physical.
I still love you,
Emma
YOU ARE READING
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Teen Fiction❝one day, whether you are 14, 28, or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. however, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find... is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.❞
