I feel different.
I stay up at night thinking of all our memories and all the times you said you cared for me and wouldn't do anything to hurt me.
It's been about 2 months so why do I still feel like this.?
Why is it that I'm stuck with these memories on replay each night like a broken record.
Why am I in this constant state of depression while you go by your day smiling.?I miss you but I don't miss you if that makes sense.
You promised you'd protect me and be there for me.
But where are you now.?
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