I guess people who loved more, hurt more. Wanting to spend more time, giving out more efforts, feeling the happiest out of the relationship and feeling the most sad.
Did he love me?
He was hurting a lot because of me, so did he love me?
Or did I hurt more?
Eventually, the pain hit me and nothing was like before. Everything hurt. Sleeping hurt. Eating hurt. And all I ever did was to drink out of my consciousness. That was the only way where it didn't hurt. I never told anyone about the reason I was moving out even to him. What was the point? It would only cause pain to both of us. I couln't even tell my best friend about it because I was scared that somehow it would eventually reached him.
When would the day that I eventually stop thinking of him come?
YOU ARE READING
If only
Short StoryWhenever 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.
