It's nearing the end of the year, and I still haven't gotten over it. It's been 6 months. If I can't get over it now.. Then when? I find myself thinking about it day and night. First thing waking up, last thing sleeping.
How was your day?
Have you eaten?
Are you troubled?
Should I help with anything?
Anytime something happens, I keep asking myself how would you have felt. Someone said something to me... How would you protect me? But reality hits me again. And I realise I can't.
I shouldn't have let myself be like this with you. But I did. And I'm facing the consequences. I still can't let go of you. I keep looking over your pictures, thinking I could've been part of them. Jealousy penetrates through my veins every time I see someone talking to you.
But that's being selfish. Just because I'm feeling like this - doesn't mean you may feel the same. And I want to tell your everything but I have no courage to face you.
I feel you've forgotten me. I feel you don't have any interest towards me. I'm still not proven wrong.
I know we can't start over. I know it's impossible. And I know it's my fault. I'm the one who made it all turn out like this.
You seem really happy. I don't want to ruin your life again and I don't want to come in between one of the most crucial times in your life. I don't want to remind you of your past.
I want to talk to you. One more time. I want to satisfy my greed. But I don't have the courage.
I don't have the courage.
That's the problem
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I've Written This For You
RandomThis isn't a Fanfiction. It's just a story that I'll keep adding to. There is no story line but this book is meant to be from the reader's prospective about anyone they've been thinking about. It's just like a diary of my thoughts. I've written this...
