Typing, texting.
That’s how we met.
Unexpected.
Exciting.
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I felt the connection.
The first time we saw each other at the coffee shop.
It was a spark I’d never felt before.
With anyone.
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Things progressed fast.
I fell for you.
Fast and hard.
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I thought you felt the same.
You gave no reason not to believe so.
You told me what I wanted to hear.
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But you broke my heart into pieces.
Saying that I was too much.
What I wanted was too much.
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What was wrong with me?
I had my eyes only for you.
***
A few years later.
As I draft this story.
I wonder if I’ll find the person who is right for me.
***
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Amethyst Champagne
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The hurtful words spoken to you were their summation of themselves!!! You are enough!!! Sending positive vibes and hugs!!!
"Saying that I was too much. What I wanted was too much." I've had this said to me as well. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️