to him,
do you know what i realised?
i don't miss you.
i miss the feeling of caring about someone more than i cared about myself, i miss the feeling of being able to talk to someone for hours and hours and still want more, i miss the feeling of safety and security when our hands were intertwined,
but i don't miss you.
i don't want you back into my life anymore.
you are no longer the same boy i fell in love with. the gentle, quiet soul. the one that cared.
who would think that you'd mix with that crowd?
now, i can barely recognise you.
you have the same face, the same name, the same voice, but you are not the same person.
how did you change so much?
with love,
c
YOU ARE READING
a story about me (and you)
Kısa Hikaye"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
