This conversation we try so hard not to have. Those questions we ask with our eyes and never really find answers to.

I know you hurt me. You know I know that you hurt me, but we still never seem to bring up the conversation because it shouldn’t have been you hurting me.

My mind is filled with a lot of questions, questions that I ask myself in front of the mirror every morning, questions I never get to answer, questions I should be asking you. We could say I am scared, I do not want to hear the answers because I know the answers already. Hearing you say them will just infer the end of us for us. So I’d rather we have the conversation with our eyes and not our mouths.

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Diary of a Booktrovert

Diary of a Booktrovert

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