This is a story. About a young man and a young girl, and this is how it goes.
When she first met them, it felt almost as if there was a string tied to there hearts that would pull eachother together. Ah. He was so in love with her. She rejected him so many times. But he didn't give up. Until one day. On June 3rd of 2020. They became more than friends. Now, before i get further on, this is not a love story.
A month goes on, everything was so amazing. She was on top of the world. She had someone. A heathy someone. Or as it looked. I mean, sugar looks like salt. They met up one day, got in her moms car, and her mom looked at him with a big smile. A few hours later they dropped him off back at his home. She began to ask, well what do you think of him?, her mom says he's so cute and is a gentleman. She sits back and smiles. 6 months into this relationship, it was nice. He would come over. Sit on the couch, and cuddle. The feeling of this cuddle, imagine a bear hugged you, it was warm and felt safe for once. It brought peace. They started to fight a little, but you know, that's how relationships work. Her mom began to love him, told everyone at work about her daughters boyfriend. Everyone thought it was adorable. Her mom loved him and did everything for him. He was family. She always forgave him. She met his mom, she was so pretty and so nice. His dad wasn't really in the picture much. He also had a sister who she didn't know much about at the time. She went to his first football game. She wore his jersey and smiled the entire time. As he pointed her out to his friends. They all looked at you with this smile. She remembers the car ride home, he laid there in her lap and she played with his messy hair. Everyone loved these two together. They were a movie star couple. Everyone always smiled when they saw us together. 9 months into this. This is where shit gets fucked.
So. His sister. She was blonde. Blue eyes. She smoked. Drank and had a lot of hookups. She always hated me. i was never good enough for her. Some days she would text me awful things to the point i would put myself into a closet and cry. Him and her began to fight. Every night. Until one day. She had found out he was smoking and drinking. That is when this couple ended up a mess. She was so angry. His sister kept getting in between things. She tried so hard to get him to stop. Nothing worked. She got drained. Until one day. She sat in the dark. And she did it. She ended this. Her mom was devastated. Her friends stopped believing in love. There where rumors. And conversations that shattered my heart. Months go by. Wondering to herself all this time "how is he?" "is he okay" "do i text him". Until one day. She spoke to him. He sounded good. He said he stopped doing drugs. Until he then began to tell me. He began to sell them. This is where. The drug becomes the dealer. This story. Is not a story i just wrote from the top of my head.
This is my story.
