everytime i look on facebook, i look to see a hint of hope. a hint of hope that you post something, anything to let me know you’re still out there. just like i did after getting your first text October 20th. i try to be strong but i’m not. not yet at least, but i know i will be. i don’t want to be that desperate girl that still tries. if you’re not going to try for me, then why should i? i don’t deserve that. a wise person told me that when somebody cries, the words that come from their mouth doesn’t necessarily match what their heart is telling them. i don’t believe this is what you want. secretly my only hope is that you come running back to me knowing you made a mistake. i know i did every single time. but hey, knowing my luck in this department that will never happen. and i’m sorry.
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