When I think about him, my heart still aches
He was my saviour
He came to me at my lowest and raised me to my highest
I was devoted to him
Like a follower to their god
I treasured our time
Like the most beautiful and fragile jewel
I stuck to his side like glue
He found it cute
He too loved me
He was a man of few words
Big, cold, straight-forward, scary
His siblings feared he'd be alone forever
But other women never stopped to look beyond his exterior
Inside, he was kind and considerate
Great memory, active listener, so many hobbies and the patience to teach them
He taught me how to forget
I taught him how to control his temper
Even though we seemed like a strange pair
We were similar
Our scars almost identical
Our need to run away
One in the same
We found solitude in one another
Slowly, my past became the past
He showed me the beauty of the world.
Whenever I think of him
My heart aches
Not because he hurt me
Not because I didn't give my everything
Not because they blame me
Not because I blame myself
My heart aches
Because of the hate inside
The hate for all he taught me to forget
The hate for the darkness we ran away from
The hate for those I blame
My heart aches
For our children
They never met their father
Their father never met them
He tried to stay strong
It was all in vain
I blame them
I will never forgive them
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Diary Of 1000-Personas
Short StoryFrom 1st person pov or 3rd person-sympathetic pov, I'll upload short snippets or one-shots of my personal characters. I have a few favorites, but since I have nearly 100 hundred ocs in total, don't worry about a lack of content. I will upload here w...
