It’s 3 am. I’m sitting in my bed. The same bed where I shared many nights with you, the same bed where i kissed you and said i loved you for the first time. My hair is a mess. I have yesterday’s makeup smeared on my face and dark circles underneath my eyes from several nights of doing the same exact thing. Crying until the baby pink sunrise appears outside of my window. I’m replaying every word you said to me, every kiss we shared, every adventure we went on. I ask myself how you could let all of those things go, but i stop myself because i know you never cared about me as much as a cared about you. You were my entire universe, yet somehow, to you, i was only a tiny portion of the world.
no ones cares about you quite like i do//
an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #27
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