The thing is, I want to tear you to pieces. I want to be mad at you. You tore me apart without even realizing it. You shattered my hopes and dreams. You crushed my soul. But when I see that careless smile of yours, or hear your laugh, I can only remember the good times. The times when you cared about me and would do anything for me. The times when I was the only girl you thought about. It would be so much easier if I could be mad at you, and not myself.
Excerpts from a book I will never write #26
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