Notebook Monologue

To the boy that held my heart;
I bet you’re wondering why you’re coming home to this notebook paper instead of me. I mean, I have always been there when you come home every Monday. Three years really is a long time. But, I guess some things change. And the truth is, I'm gone. And I’m not coming back. Because I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take you anymore. This is probably so pathetic to you. It crushes me to think that I’m breaking apart from who was once my true love. And I know I’m weak for not trying to fix it, but that’s just not the person I am. I run, that’s what I do. It sure as hell isn’t the healthiest, but I wouldn’t be telling the truth if I said it wasn’t the easiest. I’m sorry to have ever said that I loved you. I wasn’t always lying when I said it. Those three …show more content…
I still remember the first time you said it; hearing you whisper in my ear, while I lay in your bed half asleep after sneaking in your window. So much has changed since then. And it hurts the most when I try to figure out why you changed. Was I not good enough? Did I not make you the happiest man on earth like you always told me I did? Do you even remember saying those things? Because I remember, and the saddest thing is, it’s easier to think of the person you’ve become instead of the love that I lost. It kills me when I notice that the twinkle you used to have as you looked into my eyes, isn’t there anymore. And your firm, but gentle, hands that used to hold me and make me feel so safe, are now wrapped around a bottle of alcohol. Who would’ve thought; the same thing that killed your soul, used to be something we’d bond over. I never understood it, but somehow, drinking used to bring out the most genuine side of you. Back then, we used to look forward to staying up all night, getting drunk and talking about our future together. We never really talked about this future. You used to put the biggest smile on my face. I remember it made you so happy just to make