I hope this hurts you. I hope it makes you feel empty and cold, and when you sleep, I hope you have dreams of me. I hope that when you look at me, you feel a deep, sharp pang of regret as you think about all the ways you hurt me. I hope that when you see me, laughing and having fun, that you wish you were beside me. I hope that while you're with her, that you're thinking of me, wishing I was her instead. I hope when you hold her, you feel like it’s the wrong girl in your arms. I hope when you kiss her, you wonder if I am kissing another guy at that exact moment. I hope that the fact that you don't know who I'm with or what I'm doing is enough to make you furious, angry enough to make you scream. And I hope the sun shines, and that it's a beautiful day outside. Just like how it was those last hours when I could call you mine. And I hope she breaks your heart, shatters it beyond repair, just like you did to me. And I hope you come running back to me, saying you were wrong and that I was right, because being apart like this hurts, makes me feel empty and cold, and when I dream, it's of you. Always you. And to be entirely honest, this is killing me.
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Love Is Synthetic
RomanceA collection of short stories about guys that I was involved/in-love with when I wrote these. Not all guys get written down by me, and I try not to pull a "Swift" on them, and trash every guy I date, but these guys really got to me and each one of t...
