to him,
i heard that you fell out with her.
i wonder if it hurts.
(i hope it does)
i can feel the way your eyes follow me around whenever you see me with him, you know?
if you never wanted me then why do you care who i'm with?
why is it that you only know what you had after it's too late?
i spent so many nights crying myself to sleep wondering why i wasn't good enough only for you to crawl back into my life and ask for me back.
i don't want you here anymore.
you are not the same boy i fell for.
it's too late for you now.
i'm sorry.
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
