Him
I remember the day he gave me his shirt like it was yesterday. I know, it’s such a cliche, but God only knows how much i love those. When I was a kid, I always thought that the love in fairy tales can actually be real. I was such a naive little girl. But now I understand. Love is not perfect, and it’s not shown by declaring it in front of a crowd, or by reciting love poems. No, today, love is expressed by the little things they do for you. Like making sure you’re not cold, or telling you to call or text them when you get home safe. It’s the little things that matter.
He gave me his shirt a couple of years back. And even though his smell faded months ago...i can still feel his touch hugging my body every time i put it on.
I love him and I’m foolish enough to think that he loves me back. Unfortunately, people have different ways to show love, especially the damaged ones. They hardly open up to you and it might get frustrating. But don’t give up on them. I had many, many reasons to walk away from him, and his girlfriend was the first and the biggest one, but here I am, still holding on onto that tiny string of hope almost suffocates my heart, that, maybe, someday...He’ll love me the way I love him.
