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Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.
You use to always tease me about why I never loved you, but little did you know that I was head over heels in love with you.
But I didn’t tell you, because we could never be what you wanted or what I wanted.
You like vodka and parties.
I like poetry and flowers.
You like marijuana and making out.
I like looking at the stars and holding your hand.
You use to get angry when I was distant, because you thought I stopped caring.
But in all truth I was so scared of my feelings for you. But I wanted to give you a chance.
Then you stopped answering, started avoiding me.
It didn’t take long to realize why, you got a taste of the good life, with her.
And I was just another dumb girl who fell in love with the wrong guy