to him,
i think i can finally say that i met a guy.
in the beginning, i tried to compare the two of you, tried to find parts of you in him.
then i realised, you lost out in every aspect.
he cares, you didn't.
he loves me, you didn't.
i've finally forgotten how my hand felt in yours, because all i can think about is how my hand fits into his.
maybe i do deserve love after all.
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
