The artist

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He was kind and honest like a kid

After talking for a while we had so many things in common and we were in sync

We spend so many hours of the day talking and I would get shy when people asked about who I was spending all my time with

He was everything I was looking for but I guess he didn't feel the same

Our connection was nothing more than friendship to him 

All our time and nicknames we came up for each other amounted to nothing

He saw me as an outside still and that he didn't see me being in his life in the future

This killed me inside and even though we still hung out I went on crying in my room

I saw myself in a relationship with this guy who comforted me and give me surprise gifts just because

In return for his kindness I gave him merch from his favorite artist and would take him out to his favorite places

Look at us now though

We are complete strangers

He laughs and treats other girls the same way he treated me

I was nothing to him

He was my first love 

In the end I was a stranger

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