I miss the way you'd call me babygirl.
I miss the way, I'd sit in the your lap, and trace your curls, ranting about everything or everyone that had hurt me.
I miss the way I'd laugh at your jokes.
What did I do wrong? Was I not good enough for you?
Was my body not thick enough, my love not good enough?
What did that slut have that I didn't?
I gave you my everything. My money, my love, my fucking heart.
And you took it, and ran.
You ran with my heart, and you stumbled.
All those nights you had to 'work' late. When you were really hugging and kissing up, on that...that slut.
All those nights I spent alone crying because I knew you were cheating on me, I just refused to admit it.
All my girlfriends told me that you'd been cheating. I just refused to believe it.
But now I realize...it's been that way.
a/n- the next part will be a character profile type thing
