He fulfills my dreams now.
Not you.
But it's not the warm, romantic ones I had of you.
It's the ones where I feel my heart stomped on continuously.
Where I feel my stomach drop into a terrifying pit of darkness.
I just realized that I'm afraid.
Afraid of him hurting me.
But not just any hurting.
I'm afraid of him hurting me the way that you did.
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YOU ARE READING
The First
Short Story"I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say." ~Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca You were the first one. And no matter how hard I try, I can never forget.