Do you think two totally different people would fall in love? I mean it's happened before but they are just so different. A soc girl who is from the south side with mustangs, madras and a grease from the north side that steals, gets into real troubl...
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𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯
Pain. It can mean a lot of things. To me it means agonizing suffering. I've felt it most of my life until I fell in love with a guy that I saw at McDonald's on the other side of town.
I was with him all summer until November 4th 1964. I felt happy with him. After years of not feeling that emotion I finally felt it with him. I miss him. I miss him so much.
Dallas broke up with me. He kept saying he loved me and that he was sorry but it was for the fucking best. He said he wasn't good enough for me.
He was everything I wanted. He was enough. He was what felt like a soulmate. I think he was my soulmate. The love of my life but he broke up with me and it caused me pain.
After that day I didn't leave my room. I went to school in sweats and a t-shirt. My hair would be all messy and I looked like I went through a train wreck. It sure felt like it.
My grades turned to actual shit. Everything turned to shit. Brownie tries to make me crack a smile that doesn't work anymore.
Agonizing pain and suffering.
It's been 3 months and I'm still not over him.It hurts so much. I just want to be with him again. I want to kiss him, touch him, be with him.
When I walk around town I feel like I see him leaning on the wall smoking a cigarette but I blinked and he wasn't there. Why did he have to leave me? He knew how much pain it would cause me, why did he do it?
If I could be with him one last time. If I could just have him hold me in his arms one last time. I want him to be with me again.
I miss him. I fucking miss him. I miss waking up next to him. I miss his touch, his laugh, his smile, his eyes, his stupid dirty remarks. I miss everything about him.
I walked down the street in a black short dress trying to feel pretty for once after 3 months.
Carter tried. It didn't work.
Marcia tried. It didn't work.
My mom tried. It didn't work.
My dad tried. It didn't work.
Everyone tried. It didn't work.
I walked. That's what I did. It was 8:49 pm and it was cold outside. I walked to the park and sat on grass. I smoked a cigarette to try to feel warm. I laid down in the snow and felt every inch of my body freeze. It was January.
I would probably get frost bite. I don't care if I do. If I die from frost bite I don't think I would mind it.
I noticed it started to snow. I stayed there letting my body freeze my tears run down my face and pain consume me.
I thought about him. That's all I did. That's all I ever did. I waited and waited. I kept waiting. I just wanted him. I wanted to feel alive again.
He was my darling love. My beautiful boyfriend that society didn't accept because of our stupid labels.
It was because he was a greaser and I was a soc. That was the reason. I wish one day society wakes up and accepts the fact that they can love whoever they want as long as that person makes them happy. As long as that person makes you feel alive, that's love.
