Okay, you win, you always do. You got under my skin, and my one promise to myself was that I wouldn't write about it. You went too far, you kept going, you knew my resistance was strong so you tortured accordingly. And maybe it was just that, you saw that I was okay, close to even happy, not that you are attempting to ruin that, but come on. You push all of my soft spots and then watch my reaction, only to call me "too much", always have. I'm sorry that I'm too weak to break this spell, I am sorry for what love did to us, I know this is hell. I know you are discontent with a lot of aspects of your life since then, well it's been over three years and I am just now learning to sleep. I hope you find yourself, the one you were back then, glowing with perfect beauty, I hope that I lose that person that I was back then, it was so long ago. You saw correct, I am trying to be different, I am trying to be happy.
A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.