What if we’re not meant to be?

I asked you a question.

What I wanted to hear was:

No, we’re fucking perfect for each other.


Stop, don’t say that. I don’t want to have doubts again.

Where is the faith

the trust

the love

I taught you?

You proceeded to run away. Again.

We’re on thin ice, my darling.

Good fucking night.

2 thoughts on “63

  1. Ouch. Been there! Don’t want to go back. You expressed it so welI, I had to though.. which means you captured this feeling very well. Thanks for sharing & here’s to better good nights.

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