Broken
How often do you feel that you have everything you want? Not very often, I would suspect, the human person always has a need for more, including me.
I found something I was searching for. It took me a long, long time to find and be satisfied with - - a relationship that I thought would be prosperous, one that would outlive and reach beyond my expectations for the average teenage romance.
What horrible fortune of mine that everything I have is so quickly taken away when one party decides "they have moved to fast", how crushed, how broken do I feel? Pretty crushed. Especially, because I fall fast and hard, especially, because this girl is enchanting. She laughed at all of my jokes, she kissed me, she smiled at me, she hugged me, she texted me, she called me, she held my hand.
And I got caught up in that romanticism. Of course I did, because I'm a sucker.
I've made some mistakes in my day, but what kind of cruel and spite-inspired "creator" would bless me with such happiness and then remove it before I can even clutch a memory.
I know, because that's the sort of thing I'm always saying. But the truth is, I'm heartbroken. I feel as if part of me has died and no one can ever make it right.
I hate everything.
I found something I was searching for. It took me a long, long time to find and be satisfied with - - a relationship that I thought would be prosperous, one that would outlive and reach beyond my expectations for the average teenage romance.
What horrible fortune of mine that everything I have is so quickly taken away when one party decides "they have moved to fast", how crushed, how broken do I feel? Pretty crushed. Especially, because I fall fast and hard, especially, because this girl is enchanting. She laughed at all of my jokes, she kissed me, she smiled at me, she hugged me, she texted me, she called me, she held my hand.
And I got caught up in that romanticism. Of course I did, because I'm a sucker.
I've made some mistakes in my day, but what kind of cruel and spite-inspired "creator" would bless me with such happiness and then remove it before I can even clutch a memory.
I know, because that's the sort of thing I'm always saying. But the truth is, I'm heartbroken. I feel as if part of me has died and no one can ever make it right.
I hate everything.