people still ask me how much it hurt and i dont know how to answer.
do i tell them how much my heart must have bled when she left me standing there alone in the crowd of people who were drunk and high on god knows what.
or do i tell them that no, i'm okay and i was okay because she left me with so many memories, with so many beautiful memories, that even though she walked away, leaving me alone, i was surrounded with all the crazy nights and all the laughs and kisses and orgasms, that it didn't even feel like i'm alone all over again. it still felt like she was there with me even though by then, she was far far away.
or maybe that no, it didn't hurt because at least she helped me grow and our love was worth writing novels about.
maybe they want to hear that the last time i saw her face was the last time i was truly happy.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
This Must Be My Dream / The 1975
Fanfictionmonroe had grey eyes. everything about her was grey. but my love for her was rose-like red and the way she loved me was like stepping on rose-like thorns. yet i still found little bits of rainbows in her hands. in the wrinkles that showed up when s...
