I could write a poem about how one day you're going to regret doing this to me. That one day you'll look back and realise that I was the only person who ever fucking loved you right. How in ten years time when someone asks "what was the worst thing you ever did was.", my face will pop into your head and you'll tell them the story about the girl who only wanted to love you and how you destroyed her. But I won't because the truth is, that none of that will ever happen. You don't care and you never did. It doesn't faze you that you ruined my trust in people for years to come. In face you will quickly forget about me and everything we ever were.
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Roman d'amourfour short stories based on *past* real events (and added poem at the end). To clarify, this is a rewritten story from 2017. Contains small amount of swear words. for Mature readers.
