Narrative: Dearly Beloved
Times began to get tough and you were quick to give up. Our love was taking both of our energy. Chances were fading out and patience was running out. Lies built abundantly about the simplest things. It got too deep and you repeatedly kept going back to the ones you said you wouldn't interact with. We can't write our future only our history.
I remember the first day I met you it was love at first sight but you really put a smile on my face, everytime I saw you we kept one another gleeful even when we were texting our conversations would never die. I remember that day I said "do we talk or are we just friends" you surprisingly replied "you're mine and only mine". I was sitting in 4th period in math class that day with …show more content…
My joy, my happiness and, my everything was in somebody else's arms. I lost myself entirely. I cried everyday but that wouldn't help, I tried to run away but couldn't go anywhere with that, popped pills but it seemed to never go through, started cutting myself everynight but I would never lose enough blood, started drugs wishing I would get into the wrong ideas, then drinking. I wasn't happy with myself and I never thought I would have you again. The close ones to me, I didn't want anything to do with them I stayed in my crimson room; dark, empty room and cried. My stomach talked to me for many days as if I was a zombie. I'd break down in the bathroom at school and tell myself it would be ok. I just wanted to die and I wished everyday I would lose my life. You seemed so happy though so I couldn't bother your relationship only try to handle myself. I always thought I wasn't pretty enough for you but my love never died that I had for you. Time past and I texted your aunt. I told her i couldn't do it anymore, I missed you. We had a long conversation and I couldn't approach you because your girlfriend was over at the time. We ending up receiving texts from each other and proceeded about the problem. I was too overprotective, I didn't want anyone else to have you, I couldn't move on because my eyes we're on you. We got back on good terms then we fell apart again. You were happy then got hurt but I stayed by your side till the end and we started to …show more content…
I fell inlove with you for a reason. I couldn't go a day with out wanting to see you or talk to you, or see your pretty smile. For instance when I couldn't see you for a entire week when you was in Florida our conversations were cut short because you were busy and everyday we tweeted we "missed each other" rushing to stop each other from a distance one day. I prayed everyday me and you would have gotten back to how we used to be but I only wanted you to be happy. I still remember every little thing about us. But was it real?
Love is when you constantly deal with a person’s baggage for so long and never let go even when they moved on you still can't let go. Love is even when you're hurting bad and don't want anyone to know, but you still make sure your "lover" is sturdy. Love is when you have to stop being stubborn when that person is not happy and don't want you anymore to go let them be happy. Love is when you can build more than just a bond with somebody. I'll do anything to get you back if I could. If loving you was wrong then I don't want to be right. I miss the late night phones calls, you blowing me up, when you're bored , you telling me to come over because you're sleepy, you telling me to take you home, and getting me in check. Forever doesn't exist but until death do us
Times began to get tough and you were quick to give up. Our love was taking both of our energy. Chances were fading out and patience was running out. Lies built abundantly about the simplest things. It got too deep and you repeatedly kept going back to the ones you said you wouldn't interact with. We can't write our future only our history.
I remember the first day I met you it was love at first sight but you really put a smile on my face, everytime I saw you we kept one another gleeful even when we were texting our conversations would never die. I remember that day I said "do we talk or are we just friends" you surprisingly replied "you're mine and only mine". I was sitting in 4th period in math class that day with …show more content…
My joy, my happiness and, my everything was in somebody else's arms. I lost myself entirely. I cried everyday but that wouldn't help, I tried to run away but couldn't go anywhere with that, popped pills but it seemed to never go through, started cutting myself everynight but I would never lose enough blood, started drugs wishing I would get into the wrong ideas, then drinking. I wasn't happy with myself and I never thought I would have you again. The close ones to me, I didn't want anything to do with them I stayed in my crimson room; dark, empty room and cried. My stomach talked to me for many days as if I was a zombie. I'd break down in the bathroom at school and tell myself it would be ok. I just wanted to die and I wished everyday I would lose my life. You seemed so happy though so I couldn't bother your relationship only try to handle myself. I always thought I wasn't pretty enough for you but my love never died that I had for you. Time past and I texted your aunt. I told her i couldn't do it anymore, I missed you. We had a long conversation and I couldn't approach you because your girlfriend was over at the time. We ending up receiving texts from each other and proceeded about the problem. I was too overprotective, I didn't want anyone else to have you, I couldn't move on because my eyes we're on you. We got back on good terms then we fell apart again. You were happy then got hurt but I stayed by your side till the end and we started to …show more content…
I fell inlove with you for a reason. I couldn't go a day with out wanting to see you or talk to you, or see your pretty smile. For instance when I couldn't see you for a entire week when you was in Florida our conversations were cut short because you were busy and everyday we tweeted we "missed each other" rushing to stop each other from a distance one day. I prayed everyday me and you would have gotten back to how we used to be but I only wanted you to be happy. I still remember every little thing about us. But was it real?
Love is when you constantly deal with a person’s baggage for so long and never let go even when they moved on you still can't let go. Love is even when you're hurting bad and don't want anyone to know, but you still make sure your "lover" is sturdy. Love is when you have to stop being stubborn when that person is not happy and don't want you anymore to go let them be happy. Love is when you can build more than just a bond with somebody. I'll do anything to get you back if I could. If loving you was wrong then I don't want to be right. I miss the late night phones calls, you blowing me up, when you're bored , you telling me to come over because you're sleepy, you telling me to take you home, and getting me in check. Forever doesn't exist but until death do us