He was a curse shaped like a blessing. He was my everything, my sky, my moon, my sun. Yet I was just nothing to him. A no one. The tears that I cried were enough to form waterfalls. Yet he did nothing, didn't even care. I knew him longer than any of his new friends, than any of his girlfriends. Yet he didn't realize my love for him. I can't express how much I hated him; but wort of all, how much I hated myself. For wasting my time, loving such a cruel person. I loved him so, so, so much; each day a little more. There was no one like him in my eyes. So is it fair that I leave him, yes it is. I can't bare this anymore.
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