no one will understand.
again, that is the most hormonal teenager stereotype ever said, and repeated over and over
but no one will ever understand.
i knew how bad he was for me
i knew that i should get over him
but i couldn't.
i would fix myself into a mindset where i hated him
and convince myself how much better off i'd be
but then i'd sit next to him and class
and melt as he would laugh at something i said
and smile that cute little grin when he wanted something
and furrow his brows and pout when—
fuck.
YOU ARE READING
her.
Romancewhen i say her, i think of me after him. how broken i was in the aftermath.
