thirteen

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i shattered a vase of daffodils.

you sent a whole vase this time.

but i stopped trying to trick myself into thinking you actually meant the notes you wrote.

i screamed and threw them on the floor. i realized what i had done and started sobbing. i knelt on the hardwood, letting the broken ceramic pierce my legs, knees bleeding.

i was angry.

not at you.

at myself.

because i knew, no matter how bad you hurt me, i would still love you.

and i hate myself everyday for it.

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