eunicesantiago26
This story is about someone I love. His name is Chris Brooks. At first, I love myself more than him. I wanted to learn to love him more, but I can't. I've been trying and I just know that there's something missing. Something I need to hear him say with sincerity. I hate the part where I left him because I wasn't ready yet. I know how hard it is for him because I left, how sad he feels because he was expecting something he thought I'd say. I came back, because probably I learned how to love him more. Now that I'm back, will he still give me a chance to make everything the way it was before?