𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡,
it sucks.
it sucks because you're not here
but it also sucks that my coffee isn't hot anymore
it's 19 degrees out here & I remember that you told me you'd call me whenever I felt lonely
and it sucks because I feel lonely and I can't call you because you broke me.
I'd be lying if I told you I didn't try to call you, but I'm glad I didn't.
I think of you everyday and I can't help but wonder, do you miss me?
do you think of me when you open your car door and see the stain that my coffee cup made on the counter of your passenger seat?
I've been trying not to say it, but deep down I know it's true: I think I've really lost you.
I think we're over, and it's time I finally admit the truth.
but how could I possibly say that we're over when we never even started at all?
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Dear Almost
Teen Fiction"Don't trust anyone." The spotlight has always been Isabel Marbella's least priority. She spent her life running away from it, staying in the shadows and laying low. She's always been good at putting up the strong and independent mask, doing every...
