To The Girl He Loves.

There’s you. And then there’s me. I was his trial period. You, however, are the girl he loves. Never feel insecure about my existence because he left me. I was never his home, I was drunken sex and sloppy declarations of love.
When he tells you he loves green, it has nothing to do with the time we fucked on his couch and I kept my green dress on.
He’ll tell his friends and family about you from the get go. I never warranted an explanation to anyone who saw me in his arms. We were simply two people who happened to be in the same place at the same time.
Everything I know about him doesn’t matter, he will tell you much more. Some stories will feel incomplete, that’s because I was there when they happened. But he won’t say my name, I am forgotten. He will say only yours and that is enough.

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  • Reply El Amanya April 3, 2016 at 3:16 am

    There's you. And then there's me.

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