cotton rope = the weakest rope.
waited, and you “tied” us a cotton rope. and that gave me a little hope that you still love me. i remember the paragraph you gave. you said im worth it. and you said youre sorry for being like that. promised, that won't happen again.
i took that apology. because i love you the deepest. i know the texts, the topics, and the way we communicated have changed a lot. a lot. a lot. it's like... bitter and sour ?
YOU ARE READING
to that specific person ; ||
Short Storyjust a letter i wrote for him. he'll never get to know this, but im keeping it here. disclaimer ; 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡.
