float ⚓ twenty four
It was the first scar I ever gave her.
It was the first time she threatened to leave me. I guess in that moment, I realised that if I don't actually love her, I know I care about her.
There's nothing as scary as being uncertain...uncertain futures, uncertain feelings...there's nothing as scary.
I fear she despises me, but Im needy.
I need Love. I crave a different kind of feeling.
For the first time, I want to be sure of something.
Should I tell her the past? What is the point of telling your past if it's behind you?
YOU ARE READING
s e r e n d i p i t y
Short Story❛❛here is the lonely hum in my brain where your name used to be. ❜❜
