#bysalema

[thebrunettesaladd]

my short little convo

"Why are you sad?" He asked.

"Really? How I can not be sad?”

"You came into my life and started talking to me, started flirting, raising hopes, taking walls down and now you're asking me if I'm sad? I fucking am. For me, what you said meant that you want me not to think of you. It meant that you don't want me to want to hear your voice in the morning or right before I go to bed. It meant that I won't see you in my future or even daydream about it and it definetly meant that you don't think of me the same way as I do of you. And it hurt, just looking at you right now hurts."