Maybe I tried to convince myself that I love you. Maybe I actually do love you. But right now I can't decipher anything. And maybe you deserve better. Maybe you deserve to have somebody write grandeur things about you. Maybe I'm not that person to write it for you.
All those years she kept those words from a long time ago, the always that he promised her, the one day when it would just be "US!" - she remembered him yelling it in the street, grinning. Us. And she kept it – the one little word she believed in.
Fiction: Romance - Rated: K - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 726 - Published: 12-9-12 - Complete