there was a name i was once given.
it was the first time anyone had ever called me it and i loved the way it sounded.
i became a different person. i became as soft and sweet as the way he'd say it.
not a day he wouldn't.
first thing in the morning
over the phone
beginning of a love letter
ending of an i love you
last thing at night
and everything in between
it was the last time anyone had ever called me it. the last time was still so sweet but also bitter.
i lost the name i was once given. i am no longer as soft and sweet as the way he'd say it.
i am just sadie.
About the Creator
Sadie
I know it says "Enya" but I have always gone by Sadie. Just feels more like me. I have been writing for a long time now and am now wanting to put myself out there, so if you're reading this, I hope you enjoy it.
"Hear Me Out"
"Hear me out, what if we ran away together?" "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere but here. We could move to a new city or to Canada, or we could disappear from society to live in the middle of the woods. Maybe a combination of two of those things would be good. What do you say?"
By Kay Husnick6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
This was so sad and heartbreaking. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️