If you guys read my other books, I haven't updated in awhile. Over the past 2 months life happened and the past few days have been a lot and I've honestly just been really hurt. I believed in people again. What a dangerous thing to do. But here's a writing that I finally seemed to say it right in, so here you go.
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I think I'm more hurt over the fact you lied.
You took my feelings and you strung them along.
You told me you saw something and you gave me false hope.
I don't have a problem being just friends right now. My problem is you told me you still loved me, that you didn't want to get over me, touched my body and told me you wanted it to work and saw something possibly happening. Then acted like that never happened and are now moving along.
In the end, it's not my fault because I only believed what you told me and what you made me feel.
It's not my fault that you happened to lie.
And what makes it all worse is you're manipulating it all to make me look like the crazy ex. When in reality all I did was love you and listened to the words you told me.
I hope she finds out.
And I hope you didn't delete my pictures off your phone yet.
And I hope the hearts are still by my name.
And I hope everytime you walk into your house and sit in that same exact spot where we touched you remember me and how it felt.
And I hope that when your mom asks about me you get filled with regret knowing she loved me too and the only one who failed to realize everything was you.
Because by then it may be a little too late.
