2 FEBRUARY 2020
The first time you drunk-texted me.
two twenty-six am.
Don't leave me. I love you.
Were your inhibitions down or were these just words to throw me off guard?
Did you indulge in the alcohol to ease the throbbing ache or for the scantily covered truth to lace the lies behind your "I love you"?
I am skeptical Carter.
Why did you only say "I love you" now when our story was beginning to see a new day?
My heart was beginning to lose touch of who you are and what you meant to me. Memories of us were beginning to transcend along with the words that stained these pages and many others.
Sixteen chapters and counting, eight letters and one blog all for you.
My fuel is low Carter and I have no intentions of filling the tank no more.
Our story Carter, is a disposable camera.
We take snippets of the magical seconds and the ones that terrorised us, they never made it to the album.
You do not love me and you know it.
I love you and I know it.
If you loved me, why is she still in your life?
Chapter sixteen:
Your texts came at the moment I was fucking someone new.
A canary can never be caged,
or you would be imprisoning her joy and love from the world.
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Friends with Benefits
Short StoryC A S U A L The only 6 letter word you ever destroyed for me. Down to the very bottom of my heart, you knew what we could be and you knew what my heart bore. Friends with benefits: it never worked out because we end up falling love and falling out...
