I never believed in love, any type of love at that. I come from foster homes, the gutter. It's kind of like I was never meant to experience love. But then there was her. She comes from the system too, the system that was built to keep us down but she always believed that there was something more. She never let anything hold her back and I admired that about her. I was able to talk to her, open up to her about shit my counselors couldn't get out of me for years.
I fell for her.
She was my idea of love... my idea of anything real. It's just that we weren't meant to be together. I belonged down and I was holding her back. She had a future, and I was just meant to be nothing. I was meant to be a statistic because I didn't believe in shit. I wasn't anything like her in that aspect. I knew there was nothing more for me the moment I was thrown into the system, yet she saw something in me and she refused to leave me down where I belonged.