I believe we have a say in this
world, on
who we let in. About who we spill our
hearts to, who we tell our secrets to,
who we tell about our emotions. But
sometimes, you don't get to choose
whether or not to fall for someone, you
just do. They creep into the back of
your mind and stay there forever, no
matter how hard you try to get them
out. The pain is inevitable, undeniable,
irreplacable.
My pain was never beautiful or poetic.
It was answering the phone mid
breakdown and laughing like I was
fine.
My pain wasn't the kind of pain that
endures in your heart for only a month
or two. It was everlasting, never
ending.
Some people believe there should be a
limit on how long you let yourself
grieve over someone. Some say a year,
some say months, and some say a
couple of weeks.
Well, what about six years?
YOU ARE READING
6 years
ChickLitI wish I wore red lipstick more and broke boy's hearts daily but sadly boys break my heart and I look bad in red lipstick.
