& Shes Thriving For His Love.
As Shes Writing This, Shes Seeking For What She Saw In Him.
Shes Not New At This Whole Love Ordeal, Shes Not New At It, At All.
She Knows Exactly How It All Works. & In The End, Shes Left All Heartbroke
& Alone.
She Trys & Trys & Trys Until She Finally Gives In.
At This Point The Relationship Is Decessed.
Even Though They Arent Together, At This Point She Feels Theres A Sense Of
Pleasure He Needs. She Does As Told.
& She Gives Up, Pleasing Him Is No More In Her Interest. Theres More To
Life Then Making Him Happy, She Needs To Be Happy Herself, Without Him,
She Trys. & It's Not Possible. At This Point, She Thrives For His Love.
Needing Him, Needing To Hear His Voice, Needing To Feel His Sense Of Touch.
She Slowly Has Become Addicted To Him, & He Doesnt Even Know It.
Like Any Other Addiction, This One Needs To Be Pleased. & She Thought,
"I Need Him", "I Need Him To Live My Life & Be Happy".
Once More, That Feeling Is Back. & She Doesnt Have Any Other Way To Overcome It.
The Only Way Is To Be With Him.
The Shot Is Given To Her, By Him. & She Takes It, Takes It For All Its Worth.
With In Mind, That She Needs This. She Thinks This Will Make Her Life Complete.
She Was Wrong. Complete Was Nothing Close To It.
It Ended Up In The End, That She Was Being Used. Used. Used. Used.
As That Word Haunts Her Each & Every Day She Looks Back & Wonder What
Was So Great About This Boy? What Was It That Had Caught Her Interest?
Was It His Sense Of Touch? Or Was It Her Desperation?
I Don't Think It Was Just Those Few Things. I Think It Was Her Sense Of Loss. &
The Positive Attention That He Had Given Her, When They We're Together.
She Will Never Forget This Boy, As He Has Changed Her So. & There Will Always
Be A Place For Him, In Her Heart. Until She Is Layed To Rest.