Sana. 18. England.
Write me a letter
Send me your mind
"Whatever you are, be a good one." - Abraham Lincoln
And then I’m sat there thinking and thinking and thinking….
And maybe I’m not enough.
It’s starts of as disbelief.
It’s not the anger, it’s not jealousy. Not at all.
It’s plain hurt.
And you wonder why.
And then you tell yourself it’s not even a big deal.
But, why does it feel like my heart is being ripped apart?