I moved here a long time ago and started school a year later. I never really believed in love before I met him. His eyes made me feel alive. His laugh made me giggle. His personality was perfection. He was perfect. I'd never really expected to fall so hard for the smartest person in our class.
He was everything I wanted in a guy he was kind funny loving helpful and passionate. But I also never expected to not be able to be with him. He was the total opposite of me. My brown hair and brown eyes would never beat his blond hair and blue eyes. I was dull and he was full of life. I was broken, he wasn't.
He has everything I wish I had. He has parents that love each other to death and wouldn't want it any other way. I don't, I have a split family. I'm dull and broken like I said before. When I met him I thought he would fix that would help with the pain. Love me for who I am, and never leave. Well I'm only 15, and I dreamt too big.
We dated for 9 months. It was hard his parents hated me took away everything to get rid of me. It worked he lost those deep feelings and moved on. He hates me, when I gave him all of me. Every single ounce of my being. I'd still die for him. Now he's out living his life while I think of all the ways I could have changed for him. Thinking of what I did wrong. Trying to believe he will come back. Trying to believe he was different. But he wasn't he was just like the rest.
I was his first for everything, and he might be my last. I give up on love, on boys, on life. I will not kill myself. I will not let them see me lose at this game of life. I will become what I was born to do. But I will always have that boy, that so called perfect boy, stuck in my mind forever. He was so nice and kind now he's cold hearted and doesn't love me anymore. But I still love him. I'm pathetic.
