When I said "I'm over him." what I really meant was;
He still makes me laugh when we talk, I still pray for him to love me and be with me again, I still wish for him at 11:11, I cry myself to sleep almost every night while thinking about what we had, what we could've had and what I want us to be in the future. I still think of him 24/7, I'm still in love with him, I'm still in pain, I still want him and I still love him with everything that I have, and everything that I am. When someone tells me he does not deserve me. I still answer "Yes he does," and I even sometimes say "I didn't deserve him and thats why he left," even though I know it's not right. I'm still jealous of the girl he's now in love with, and I still wish it was me. I still have his number on my phone, and I've not deleted the messages he sent me.
I still got his picture, and I'm
so.not.over.him
Diana is an 18 year old girl about to start her senior year until she bumps into a woman at the bookstore who has quite the personality. The woman takes the book Diana had her eye on.
Diana's senior year soon becomes one she would have never expected when the book thief and her meet again.
This is not edited so it might be a little messy and it is not a slow burn!!!
Story includes:
-Smut
-PTSD
-mention of abuse
^Do not read if you are disturbed with these!!