Im_not_that_girl

Maybe it’s too late
Maybe you’re gone
I’m so convinced that I’m right
But maybe I’m wrong.

Maybe there is no happy ending
Maybe you and I weren’t meant to be
I just want to go back
To the days when you loved me

Out of all of them he had chosen her, but that particular fairy tale had gone down the drain and disappeared forever.

The girl was over him for the most part, but there was still something gradually tearing holes in her delicate heart like a dog might tear at a bone. It was the ragged, gaping crevice he had left behind. It was missing having someone who needed her. It was knowing that every happy moment she might have had to dwell upon when he was gone was, in all actuality, a lie. A stupid, obvious, painful lie.