![]() ![]() Your story is even better than the time my high school best friend and I were waving to some cute boys in the car next to us stopped at a red light when we started moving through the light and rear ended the car in front of us. I mean, these girls could be doing just like I am, you know. Someday I'll tell you my epic falling too, is a good one. I want to see and testify, Powerful, and beautiful you are The way I write, work and breathe. I think that someone that likes to read books that's never been introduced to crime about. ![]() One day, Ill be telling my story to the world. The color of the autumn leaves is also amazing. ![]() I’ll never tell her that I carry a part of you with me always. I wish I could meet you earlier Along this way, moon and round. And I especially will never tell her that I still have feelings for you that I don’t think will ever go away. I’ll never tell her that you still appear in my dreams from time to time. I’ll never tell her about the chill that runs down my spine when I hear your name. What I’ll never tell her is that your number is still saved in my phone along with old pictures of us. But I’ll also tell her that I still think about you, that it still hurts, but eventually it becomes a dull pain rather than a stake through the heart. How losing you was the best thing to ever happen to me because if you hadn’t broken my heart, I never would have met her dad. How even after all the heartbreak, I would have taken you back if you had just apologized.īut when she finally finds the strength to get out of bed, I’ll tell her about how everything happens for a reason. I’ll tell her how even though you broke my heart, I could never hate you. I’ll tell her how I couldn’t steady myself, shaking uncontrollably. I’ll tell her about how one minute I would be fine and then the next I’d be on the floor, mascara streaming down my face. How my parents were worried about me for months after. How I thought I would never be able to recover. I’ll tell her about how when we ended, it broke me into a million little pieces. When she thinks she’ll never be able to love again, I’ll tell her the story of us. When she can’t bring herself to delete the picture of him because she is still holding out hope. When she’s screaming as she throws away his hoodie. FEARLESS is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you cant. When she can’t close her eyes because images of him haunt her. Its FEARLESS to have faith that someday things will change. When she stays in bed for days and stops eating. When she’s crying so hard she can barely breathe. One day you’ll be the story I tell my daughter when she experiences her first heartbreak. ![]()
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