"I wish I could forget his beautiful eyes. I wish I could forget his jokes and how he made me laugh. But I also wish I could forget how he left me. But I can't and I wish I could."
To whoever finds this: He left.
I never want to think of him again. But, oddly enough, he's all I can think about. His name is the sound I can't get out of my head. His face is tattooed on the inside of my eyelids. His touch has left the permanent imprint of him on my skin, sending chills down my back. I hate everything about him. But at the same time, I can't get enough of him. I hate how he makes me love him. Even when he leaves.
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Short StoryTo whoever finds this: you're going to be okay.
