you know, it's kind of funny seeing you here in front of me like nothing has ever happened between us—no memories of the love and happiness we used to desperately cling on to, no trace of familiarity at all.
i'm not about to lie again—especially to myself—that I feel nothing. for the longest time, i have been in love with you and i will not deny that. but now, i feel less of it and more of the longing for the happiness i once felt not knowing when i will feel it again.
and though i loath to admit, a dull ache persistently makes its presence known in the deep recesses of my heart no matter how much i will it away.
YOU ARE READING
Dear No One
PoesíaA compilation of prose and poems for a first love gone wrong, found and written by a girl who loved and lost.
