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To: S.

January 8, 12:14 am.

I saw you today. I hadn't seen you throughout the holidays. You were with that fucking prick. Fuck, I know I can't do anything about. I felt like punching him in the face. No matter how hard I try to deny it, I know I spent the whole party looking at you. You looked so different and so fucking breathtaking.

When you saw me you just smiled and mouthed a hi. I smiled back, trying my best not to make you find out you still have the same effect on me. You acted like all these texts never existed. Like you were over them. Like you were over me. You probably are.

The worst part was when you sat down in the couch and that prick sat beside you. He's your ex. Exes shouldn't be so close like that. Some girls tried to talk to me but I was too busy looking at you.

Then he hugged you and held your hand. I wanted to punch him in the nose because God, he's so infuriating. And that was when I realized that letting you go was the stupidest thing I could ever do.

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