Sally

Short Story #2

It’s very hard for me to fall in love

I tend to look for the worst in people.

He’s too short. He’s too big.

Does he play sports? Where is he from?

Three languages? Thats cool

It’s a very weird thing about me.

It’s only because I always used too look for the best in people and that caused my heart to be broken.

“It’s only because I always used too look for the best in people and that caused my heart to be broken.”

All these people were just little boys playing with a beautiful glass cup. The glass cup would soon slip through their hands and break.

My heart is that beautiful glass cup. The men are the boys.

I would always overlook what was bad.

He still lives with his mom. 25 years old? Ok. But he has money.

He has no job. But he said he’s trying to find one. He’s mad cute though.

He says he cares but never picks up the phone. He’s probably busy. I know he’s probably with his friends.

He says there’s no one else, but why does he hide the phone when he’s texting. Its probably his job, I’m just overthinking things.

The red flags would literally sway in my face but I would look right past it.

I was like a bull, running face first at the matador. Chasing after someone that has a main goal to avoid me when I get close to them.

Optimistic for a future of disaster

“ Optimistic for a future of disaster.”

~ A story for Natalie ~

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ALL GLORY TO GOD