You’re on the verge of tears. You think you can hold it in. Then someone notices you aren’t yourself, they know you’re going to cry. They ask you, “What’s wrong?” you swallow hard, that pain in your throat, the tears form in your eyes, your face is hot, your lip starts to quiver, you know you’re going to cry… and your words are choked as you quietly say, “nothing. I’m fine.”
But…. What if they drifted away from me? ;/
I wish we did. But we don’t. I wish you were still mine. But you’re not. I wish I could say “I love you.” & hear it back. But I cant. There’s a lot of things I wish for, you’re my biggest one. & yes. I still think about you. Almost every day. But hey, you hate me, I love you. See where this is going? So, I’ll walk away, & move one. No matter how much it hurts. It took twelve days to fall in with you. We broke up after about 24 days. But, I guess moving on is the only option. I wish nothing but the best for you. Goodbye, Matthew Ray Sanchez
