Maybe I had already stoped loving him a long time ago.
Now ? Its just a residue of a faded feeling. Denial was still clinging in my hands like a broken present on Valentine's Day. It hurt to think that someday I was going to move on. That I had wake up and go on with my day like nothing ever happend.
The thought of us becoming a memory had me terrified. Maybe I was so used to waiting every morning in front of the school yard, waiting to open my arms and feel the warmth I always craved.
He was the wrong person. I missed so much the way I had show him love. I liked to think that he knew how much he means to me.
I liked to see hoe comfortable he was whenever I had bring him close, the way I had rub his back, smell his cologne and got ready to begin my day, our day.
But he no longer needed me, heck I have already thought about every single thing that could have gone wrong.
The guy knows me so fell, he knows the way I had cry for him and even now it is hard to admit how wrong I was for clinging on to his chest when ashes where the only thing that remained. It was hurting us both but he only saw comfort in my tears.
Blinded by something so close to love.
No matter how much we argued about it deep down we both knew we weren't ready to love. This is the finish line
Authors note: guys as soon as I got my account back I wrote this personal piece for yall. As a way to thank you for every single time you guys have given me support
With love, Nadia Lucia :)
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Sweet Melancholy
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