Drabble #82

He stared at the blinking cursor and with a heavy sigh, placed fingers on the home keys.

It’s always the same. New potential “special someone” comes into your life and after a few dates- in most cases as low as two- they’re gone. Without even a goodbye in a lot of cases. It’s not fair that I have this curse of carrying all of these phantom relationships on while you’re on your merry way probably not even remembering my face, smile, laugh. But me; I remember it all. 

Why me? Why not me?


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