"This will be the last." How many lasts am I going to say before I can finally do it? Before I can finally give up my chase in love?
I am tired of the fact that you are ignoring me. How many guys do I have to be with before that curse ends?
I don't want to be an option anymore. I don't want to be the girl that you'll only remember when you are bored or when you need someone to fuck when you finally have some spare time. I want to be prioritised for once in my life, I want to feel loved I want to feel like I do matter to you even just for a bit. I don't want to be someone temporary in your life.
When I told you that I love you, I mean it. Not because you were there that time, not because you're giving me the attention I wanted that time, not because you're wealthy and not because I'm spending the night with you. I love you because I do love you, and I don't know what reason I should have to justify what I feel for you or to make some sense on what I just told you.
My feelings doesn't makes sense, my longingness doesn't makes sense.
Despite this love, I want to stop. Because everyone's right, letting you into my life is a suicide for me. A love that's like a depression which is slowly swallowing and eating me and will eventually make me kill myself.
I want you to be the last one, either the last person I will love or the last person who will leave.
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Letters For Aurora
RandomTo all people who got their hearts broken multiple times, been always the one who falls or loves, someone who always picks the wrong one, the girl who's always taken for granted and never been chosen. I feel you. And these letters are for you.
