I was completely in love with the meanest boy in the world. I gave him three years of my life and my whole heart. I was devoted to him. He was always in my thoughts. I was addicted to his smile and his laugh. I constantly sought ways to make him happy. He cured almost every insecurity I had.
Until it was convenient for him to throw me away.
It took him three years to realize how little I meant to him. How easily he could be rid of me without consequence. And in those three years I had grown to trust him. Believe him when he said he'd always love me and wouldn't ever leave me for things like real girls.
He did just that. After building my trust. He killed me.
It's easier to say killed me than "broke up with me" for some reason.
kazuka78 · Sat Oct 29, 2011 @ 08:18pm · 0 Comments |