saturday - 12:47 a.m.
i can't tell you how much i hate remembering this night.
when you came in, i was thrilled. until nick came around and put his arm around you.
i waited around the whole damn night just for a chance to talk to you. when i saw that nick left, i knew it was my chance. but i blew it, i really did.
you know what sucks the most? i remember everything. so clearly.
i'm sorry that i pretended. pretended to be drunk, pretended that i didn't know why we stopped talking. i just, i wanted to hold you so badly, like i used to. i wanted to hear your voice talking me like you used to, all the time.
god aide, i'm so sorry for ruining your night.
but you know, i wasn't pretending when i said that i missed you. i do.
so fucking much.
i can't tell you how many times a week i break down on the backside of my door shitting myself about how much i fucking hurt you when i fucking love you.
- eli
p.s.
i should be the one bringing you home.
p.p.s.
not nick.
p.p.p.s.
it's seven times by the way.
p.p.p.p.s.
sometimes more.
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author's note:
owwwwieee
huhuhu eli baby come here let me hug u
r u enjoying??
tell me in the comments or message me what you want to happen or if you've got any questionssss x
luv yew
xoxo,
daisy
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returns ➴ letters spin off
Short Story"i thought maybe it was my turn to write you letters." ➴ this is a spin off based on my other story "letters" so if you haven't already, go read that first. x ➴ lower case intended © troubhle 2014
