Whenever I was sad, I thought of him. He was my saddest memory but he was comforting to be thought of.
I guess he was the only reason I was sad so, it was normal to think of him.
I loved him. I love him. Will I love him later on?
I moved out and our relationship started to fade off. We started to talk less and less. It had been 1 week that we had stopped talking. I guess it was to be expected since that was what we both wanted.
The feeling didn't kick off yet. I had yet to process that we both had ended. On this moment, I was like a shell of emptiness. I was sad yeah but at the same time I felt surreal.
It felt like I was trapped in a bubble that waiting to be burst and then all the pain would pulsating through my veins at once.
For that reason, I was scared.
YOU ARE READING
If only
ContoWhenever I think of you, I write. Hoping that you might read it somehow or that eventually this feeling will go away. These are all the things I think of you and words that I cant say out loud.
