What Hurts More?A Story by SaloniI can not figure it out.
What hurts more?
I don't know. You not being here, beside me, a smile on your lips and love in your eyes. Or you being with someone else, with same smile and the love which was mine. What hurts more? I don't know. My bed without your fragnance, Or her bed with your presence. My skin without your touch, Or her skin burning under your fingertips, that I miss so damn much. What hurts more? I don't know. Maybe I am selfish, Call me shallow if you want to. I know you're not mine but my love is not big enough to be happy seeing you with someone else. One day I hope I'll be able to let you go. But for now, I don't know, What hurts more? © 2017 SaloniAuthor's Note
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