Maryanne Jackson
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Words I Couldn't Say
I was never the one to express my emotions very well, and that’s possibly why we never ended up together in the past. The fact of the matter is that we were never just friends. There was always something more between us. I felt it and so did you. The problem was that I was too afraid to admit it in fear of ruining what I believed to be one of the best friendships I’ve had. Now I find myself staying up at night with my mind fixated on the “what ifs” and “should haves”. I should have been honest with myself and my feelings. I should have told you how I felt the very moment that you asked me. What if that was the only chance we had? A couple of years have past, and the words I’ve been wanting to say to you are still left unsaid.
By Maryanne Jackson6 years ago in Humans
It Will Be Effortless and Beautiful
Once upon a time, more like five months to be exact, I fell for an undercover fuck boy. What’s an undercover fuck boy, you may ask? Well, according to Urban Dictionary, it’s a guy who is a piece of shit but puts on an act of being a decent person to get into your pants. It’s a pretty accurate definition, and I honestly couldn’t have said it any better myself. So mad props to Urban Dictionary.
By Maryanne Jackson6 years ago in Humans