to him,
if i didn't fuck this up, maybe i'd be happy now.
honestly, i have no one to blame but myself.
i lost the person most precious to me.
you used to be my motivation to get out of bed and start the day,
now what do i live for?
you promised that you'd never leave me alone, but where were you those nights where i was breaking on my bedroom floor?
i know you've long forgotten about everything we had.
will i ever know how much i meant to you, if i meant anything at all?
i hope something reminds you of me sometime.
i hope one day you wake up and regret leaving.
all i can do now is hope, right?
with love,
c
YOU ARE READING
a story about me (and you)
Short Story"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
