If love is blind, I have been greeted by the darkness since the day I’ve met Thomas Rogers. When we were younger Mr. Rogers was sweet and kind, he always put others before himself. I loved him through everything. I loved him even after the days, when he would take his stress and anger out on me. I loved him. But he didn’t love me. They say everyone is different behind closed doors and Thomas was one of them. He always fooled me, he would always apologize and promise he would not repeat himself and I believed him. When someone is desperate for love they chose to ignore the bad and cling to the happy, even if there's barely anything to hold onto. I wish I could’ve been more independant and leave before everything became too much, but I was too
