It hurts doesn't it?
Seeing her happy with someone else burns the very air right out of your lungs.
And you know, you know that nothing you do next will change it.
You know what you did wrong. Maybe you didn't pay attention, maybe you hardly gave her enough, maybe you betrayed her with the best intentions.
But that's the very thing: betrayals committed with good intentions are still damning. And the worse part?
You've damned yourself to watching her move on without you. And that falls on your own shoulders.
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As The Lines Cross
Short StoryThis is not a story. It's not something that can merely be written as a sequence of events. But rather the way we fall in love for someone, in bits and pieces. Until all at once; we love. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and things tha...
