and when i saw it again, it brought back EVERYTHING. those two seats, near the stage, all the stupid things we talked about, the 100, honouring the absolut sticker with two shots, the cocktail, the slight touches, the opening the door, the picture, the waitress who so cutely offered to take our picture, everything to the last detail. i remember all of it and my heart won't let me forget no matter how hard i try.
i'm really trying hard to not let it affect me anymore. how could i believe any of it was real? just want you to admit, just please accept that it was all a lie. because if even some part of it was real, it'll mean that i was the problem, that i wasn't enough. not for you. and it hurts so bad because i really fucking wanted to be.
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all the things i never said pt.2
Non-Fictiona sequel to the first one (with an unfortunately very similar but different story)
