Mondays, Wednesdays.
Those two days used to be my definition of pure bliss. My definition of perfection. Now, they’re my saddest days. My definition of stress, heart-ache and misery.
Sometimes I just wonder and I can’t understand where we went wrong; Why can’t we talk, hug, laugh and love like we used to? I wish you’d love me or at least like me like you used to. A part of me wishes November had never happened. It pains me to know that we can never go back to how things were before.
And now I just wish that I had the ability to be as happy these days, as I used to be whenever I was around you.
-chantalnguyen
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