"Don't call me baby again,
it's hard for me to go home."
Dear Lou,
Please,
stop doing this to me.
Stop calling me baby,
I'm not yours anymore.
It just makes it so hard,
to move on.
It reminds me how I don't want to.
How I want to be with you still.
But you don't want me,
You just have never experienced anything else.
You where too young,
never got anything else.
I was always clingy,
sometimes, so where you.
But mostly,
just me.
I don't like going home.
It's hard,
after living with you.
I miss you.
Love,
H x
YOU ARE READING
To Be So Lonely - l.s
Short Storydon't blame me for falling I was just a little boy don't blame the drunk caller wasn't ready for it at all A short story, designed to be read in one sitting. Be warned, a depressing end and light swearing.
