to him,
you were the first person i ever imagined a future with.
we were going to go to australia, remember?
you promised me that we would get a dog and stay together in a little house. that was something i clung so desperately to.
why did it have to be ripped so viciously from my grasp?
you were the first boy i ever cried over.
the first to break my heart.
so many firsts, but not a single last.
i spent so many nights lying awake wondering why i wasn't good enough.
did i do something wrong? could i have salvaged what we had?
these questions will always remain unanswered.
in an alternate universe, maybe we're okay. maybe i'm talking to you and laughing at your dumb jokes instead of writing this.
if so, i hope alternate reality me treasures you and loves you as much as i should have.
with love,
c
YOU ARE READING
a story about me (and you)
Historia Corta"things she never got to say, things he never got to hear" in which a broken soul writes to the one who used to be her everything
