I remember how happy I was...
How happy we used to be. The love we shared. Staring into his eyes, feeling like there was no one else around when I was with him. How if we weren't close enough... My heart? would urge for his. My ears? would always listen out for his voice. How my heart raced when he stood near me. How my day brightened at the mention of his name. How intense the looks we shared would get. How we would look into each other's soul. I didn't want anyone else.
When I lost you it felt like apart of me was lost too. Life never felt more? Uplifting? Amazing? You were the air to my lungs. The way we shared secrets, burying them deep in our minds so no one else could find them. It's my fault that you're gone, I killed you...
Murdered by the hands of your own lover.
Even with your last words being
"What we had is dead."
Regardless, I will remember you forever and always.
We ended, but this is where I begin.
I am now free from the guilt that made my heart heavy. I washed away the blood on my hands. Put up the skeletons in my closet. I've learned "With every single person you meet, there is a specific reason that you met them. They will either love you, hate you, lead you, grow you, influence you, hurt you etc... It's all for a purpose."
that is why I am rid of you, burden.
YOU ARE READING
TO LOVE AND TO BE LOVED
Teen FictionAs a developing child i quickly learned that boys were just pointless means to an end. Love, Marriage, and Family were all empty concepts, that people use to fill the voids in their temporary lives. I couldn't be hurt. I'd never had a first love. I'...
