I Thought Forever was a Promise
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Última publicación vie, ene 13, 2017
I looked at the screen blankly, his words still playing in my mind as if he was here, "I need to tell you something..." And I watched as the three little dots bounced up and down and I knew he was typing. I didn't like the way it sounded, though, it couldn't sound like anything. My anxiety coursed through my veins and in my gut I just knew this was going to be bad. Then the little blue text popped up and I had read what it was before the ringtone had even finished.
"I don't think I can do this anymore..." I felt as my throat tightened up and I bit my lip to keep tears from rising. And I typed "What do you mean?" and hit send. But I knew. I KNEW, what it meant. But I was just hoping, that in some god blessed way I would be wrong.
"I don't think I can do us anymore... I think I'm starting to get feelings for someone else and you're so far away and we never see eachother anymore..." My heart stopped, my breathing froze; but my tears fell. In a salty waterfall. I guess I just wasn't that lucky...
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