April 13th, 2020 (3:01 AM)
I thought of him today. It was easier, however my anger started to show. I just wanted to punch him for making me believe I was in love. I wanted his to hurt because I was the one who had the heartbreak. I was the one who stayed up all night crying because I knew he will never love me like I loved him. I want him to feel sad and miss me like I miss him. I want him to just love me again. I just want a final text. I just want a proper goodbye. I want to know that he is okay. Because I'll be damned if I didn't care about him. Even when he doesn't even care about me. I just want him to be happy. I want him to live his life. I want him to feel safe. I want him to know I'll still be here for him when he needs me. Because if he's happy, I'm happy.
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FORGETTING HIM
Ficțiune adolescențiIf I wouldn't have listened to my heart, it wouldn't have ended like this. However, it's too late now. Or is it? You're not alone, so come join me on the path of forgetting that boy who hurt you more than anyone will ever know.
