She moved on and I feel sorry for you, because she overlooked your flaws, your temper, your selfishness, your inability to love anyone but yourself. She could have anyone in the world, but she still chose you every time. All you are now is a crease in her past, a scar on her chest, a memory that fades faster than a photograph of you in a sealed box, hidden. Maybe now she will fight for someone who loves her, instead of someone who sucks the life out of her, never satisfied, even with her beating heart in his greedy hands.
I remember how I felt when he let me go. It was a feeling of disappointment and confusion. I questioned if I was even worthy of his love. I questioned if I was even worthy OF LOVE, and it was dangerous. That feeling possessed me for so long and I refused to let any guy in for a long time. As the days, and months passed by, my heart still incomplete, I began to search for the kind of love that no one can provide but myself. I found it. I got stronger and stronger. I was intimidating to most people. I didn’t know how to show affection anymore, and it took me awhile to know when my soulmate came around that he was meant for me. He was patient and never pressured me. He was attracted by the way that I always try and find the meaning behind everything. How I questioned everything and wanted to know everything. He was attracted to the way I worked so hard for things that I loved. He was attracted to the way I stood up for people who had no one to defend them. He was attracted to the way I smiled even though he knew I was all chocked up inside. He was attracted to the fact that I’d wanna move mountains for the ones I love. I loved him. I loved him for loving the smallest, simplest things about me and how he always chose to comment on them to always let me know that he loves every big and small thing about me. I loved him.
|me:||Oh what the fuck|
|me:||this scenario I created in my head got intense|