10/8/15
You gave me this notebook so I can continue to write my story in it, the one I want to publish one day. Yet the irony in this all, is this will be the story of us. The person I thought I knew, and the stranger you've become. I never thought the arms I ran into for safety , the ones that felt like home when you held me tight, would be the same arms that feel so foreign to be in now. If you were in love with me like you said you were, you would have never deleted messages between you and other girls so I couldn't find out. You would have never messaged four other girls while telling me I was the only one. We were best friends for four years, and we dated for over a year. Yet in the end, this so called love.
Destroyed me....
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Letters To You
कथेतर साहित्यI feel like I'm stuck in a nightmare, suffocating in my new found reality
