Again, cars passed by my window - their headlights peeking through the blinds. All I could was think about him. Even in the midst of it all - radio static on the tv, the moon flooding my room with its light, and the occasional chatter of the nature outside, I was only thinking about him. We weren't complete; he looked at me with those eyes - those big eyes - and I knew I looked different. It wasn't good. We fought and we were torn apart. It's been days, but those days tend to feel like weeks and the weeks start to feel like months. I still loved him. I did. But I don't want to be by myself. I want to have someone by my side.
YOU ARE READING
just write it .
Randomjust a place where I feel better by letting everything go - by just writing it :)
