A.

if you keep going back to what hurts you, one day i will kill you. I like silence, for I've learned that not everyone who listens to you can understand your soul. you call me pretty but you look at the other women and 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦. the things we love the most hurt us the most. I smiled. at least we were under the same sky. I don't want to forget; I want to be remembering I am still silently hoping that time has made a mistake and has already reserved a moment for us to find each other again.