He might not have been her first love, but he made every other love feel irrelevant. As quickly as she gave him every inch of her, he was gone with less than a whisper. Time passed, spring showers turned into winter blizzards. She was growing, she was healing, but she still longed for her lover. In a moment of weakness, she let him back in her life. He was her worst but favorite memory, she craved to be touched by him, to feel his fingertips slowly caressing her body. The version of him she created in her head was no match for who he really was. Coming back the second time, he held none of the gentleness she loved so much about him. His words started to have less and less meaning to her heart. Every lie, every broken promise, every hurtful word slung at her, made her more and more numb. This wasn't who she fell in love with. He was cold, manipulative, different. She tried to grasp on to the memory of the man her imagination created, after all she gave up her whole life for him.
-a small rant from my heart
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Ranting.
RandomThis is a rant of my feelings <3 please don't judge anything written here. This is a way to let out my anger and emotions. Feel free to read this and take what resonates with you. If you can relate I'm so sorry loves. If you ever need help don't...
