It started five years ago.
That's when I met him.
George was a simple 17 year old who liked music. His smile was to lighten any dark doorway he entered.
He knew how to have fun and let loose, while balancing himself from time-to-time.
We met in school, or at the end of our final year to be exact.
I was at a pep rally to support my friend, her scholarship was dependent on this one rally.
I screamed as much as I could for her, and that's when the brunet turns around to see who was making noise.
Our eyes locked, and I felt butterflies.
I was in temporary euphoria at this time, and I already wanted to talk more with him.
He ran his hands through his hair and asked what I was yelling for,
I gave him an answer, and he laughed at it.
I laughed too, but I ended up sounding like a retarded walrus.
He offers his hand for me to shake.
"I'm George. But you can call me Joji."
What a beautiful name.
It stuck with me so well, and I loved it.
I told him my name, and he smiled at it.
"What a beautiful name.."
I let his words caress me, and that was my first mistake.
We talked more, and more, to the point where I forget who I was here for.
Luckily my friend won the rally, but I wasn't there to celebrate her victory in the moment.
I was distracted,
By him.
It already gave me a mindset to ditch those important for him.
In the blink of an eye, he stole my soul, my life, my goals..
I wish I never laid my eyes on him, my life would've been ten times easier.
Now we just, spend the entire day at home. Or at least, that's what I do.
Joji's either away with his buddies or just ignoring me by editing on his computer.
I basically have to take care of the man-child.
He doesn't even care about me anymore.
At least,,,he doesn't get physical with me,
He just insults me from time-to-time.
He called me:
Slut
Loser
Twat
Whore
Worthless
Idiot
And a lot more,,
90% of the time, he doesn't even mean it.
But I take a deep breath and let it go.
But, in the end. He ruined me.
