I still think about you sometimes .
i deleted a few pictures , even stop speaking about you all the time .
i still got your number , still got my notes .
i stopped singing our songs , stopped reading our books .
i see your face in my dreams , hear your voice in my head .
i stopped trying to get your attention . my soul aches , being this distant from you .
my heart's content , i haven't cried in a while . this is an internal war .
i guess i'm fighting with myself over you , a consistent battle between what i feel and what i know .
while you're probably living your life , mine has come to a standstill , a life without actually being alive .
speaking to you , overexplaining everything , singing to you , intellectually arguing with you .
just thinking about you brings the tummy butterflies , and that blush that irritates me immensely .
i had risked it all for you . i guess that's why i'm so attached ?
i do it all over again , honestly . go through every fight , cry every tear just to speak to you once again .
YOU ARE READING
A Letter To Him .
RandomHer words hold the truth , showing her vulnerability and fragility . Her words shows the growth within her , her strength in tragedy . She was strong enough to love him , even though he didn't love her . She was strong enough to stay by him , even w...
