wes,
i woke up in a stranger's bed today. i don't even know his name, but i can still taste the rum we shared.
the memories of you are fading. the feel of your skin and the sound of your voice in the morning feel so distant. and i hate that.
i hate that after spending all of last night with him, i could only think about you.
he felt like you.
i've been trying to move on, in and out of wanting us. i can't help but wonder, while i'm over here remembering every moment we spent together, good or bad, if you're doing the same.
probably not. i wonder who you spent last night with, wes.
who is the girl that will eventually erase me from your mind?
from,
luna.
YOU ARE READING
five seconds flat.
General Fictionin which luna writes letters she'll never send to her ex, wes, in hopes of getting over him. COMPLETED.
