My love for him began to fade, or so I thought. It was relieving, finally being independent. I mean I have to be, he has a girlfriend now. Although that's never stopped him from pursuing physical relationships with other females before.
In my head I convinced myself that falling out of love was my only option. So that's what I did. We stopped talking like best friends would. No more random calls, texts, or "****** ❤️ your location" notifications. It was just silence, between the two of us.
My heart dropped as I scrolled down to see an X by his name. That shouldn't hurt the way it does, right? I mean I don't love him anymore.
He's gone, but that's okay. I was running out of energy again. I found other boys to recharge what he left on 1%. Almost like portable chargers. They were never him though, I could only make it to 50% when they were what I used as my source of electricity.
I tried pretending I didn't miss him, I played it off so well even I started to believe it. It's not like we were ever that serious, he was just my first love for crying out loud. I can find someone else out there.
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My Energy Source
RomanceYou truly never know how deeply love can effect you. Not until it's too late of course. It's almost as if it drains your battery sometimes, but on good days it recharges you instead.
