why someone shouldn't drunk post (besides the egregious spelling errors, of course)
Once upon a time, I fell deeply in love. And the boy was well meaning and beautiful and ambitious, but he was just that- a boy. He was unable to see himself for what he trule was, and because he cowered in fear of his own reality, he wsa unabl;e to see and to love others as the were. I gave all of myself to fixing this boy with my love, to taking his burdens upon my own shoulders just as lifew as being especdially cruel to me. And, as reward, he broke my heart into a million pieces with his falsehood, then betrayed me with quite a bit mlre than a kiss-all out of thsi perverted need to "prove" something to himself.
And as I grieved for what I had to let go fro his own sake, I abandoned my dreames for future3 bliss. I knew my taking of a lover would be nevitable, but i neverimagined I could love asw before- until thast beautiful young boy entered my life.
he was a child when I met him, litearally 17 and hunched in insecurity like the awkward adolescent he was. But that boy ae me and began to love something insside f me, against myself, against all logic. i love him
And as I grieved for what I had to let go fro his own sake, I abandoned my dreames for future3 bliss. I knew my taking of a lover would be nevitable, but i neverimagined I could love asw before- until thast beautiful young boy entered my life.
he was a child when I met him, litearally 17 and hunched in insecurity like the awkward adolescent he was. But that boy ae me and began to love something insside f me, against myself, against all logic. i love him