"Yeah." I nod my head solemenly.
"Well then," Jeremy reaches across the table and grabs my hand in his, shaking it lightly. "Hi, I'm Jeremy Martin. You look familiar, did you know my father perhaps? About four years ago?"
I giggle and tighten my grip on his hand. "Yes, I did know your father. He was like my own. Oh, and I'm Cara Brown."
"Nice to meet you, Cara."
Love -- it's a word with so many different meanings. A word that can either make you or break you.
And for me, it did just that.
Four years ago I went through something which caused me to lose more than just my heart. And now, four years later, he's back.
Why? I don't know.
But what I do know? I know that a little part of me still loves him, even if I don't want it to. Unfortunately, I can't simply just get or forget the boy.
There's more to him than there was before and no matter what, he keeps breaking my heart. Re-opening fresh wounds and rubbing salt in them continuously.
Will I ever be able to love him again? Hold him again?
I don't know, but I know that life is not that simple. And sometimes you can't get what you want -- especially with the consequences and baggage that comes with it.
With me being the self-pitiful person I am, do you ever think we'll have a chance?
Under revision (re-writing/re-vamping): 1st January 2017 - 6th August 2017
#443 in Teen Fiction