After 12 a.m.

mireyamendezJust here for some midnight reading
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After 12 a.m.


It's been a while, hasn't it? I don't mind us not talking. I really don't. But, I don't know. I feel.. empty

In a way, it's like you took a part of me. Then left without giving it back. It really hurt.

It's nothing new. You weren't the first to do that. You seemed different though. I thought it would end differently.

Here I am. Sounding SUPER cliché. This isn't a sob story, I swear.

It's more of a thank you letter. Before this slide, page thing all I was doing was blaming you, in a way. I really shouldn't though. You did nothing wrong. Except that one time.

I'm sure it was unintentional.

Back to the real purpose of this story.

Thank you for everything. For loving my flaws even when I couldn't. For making me smile when I was on the verge of tears.

Thank for being there when I felt alone. And just believing in me when I couldn't.

Just, thank you. I hope you're happy too.

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