Unending, Undying, Unfailing

...

the wound was still fresh back then when they asked me, "what's worse than being left?"

i composed myself then uttered the words i wish he can hear by now:

"it is when you are still drown with the thoughts of your happily ever after, but he still chose to leave. and seeing him forgetting and moving on, without knowing that you are still holding a little hope in your heart that he will come back"



Mia Bela

#605 in Others
#157 in Poetry

Story about: never again, summer.

Edited: 16.10.2020

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