No one understands. No one understands how I feel or why I feel this way. But the answer is so simple. Its love. A tragic love that ended in a gut wrenching heartbreak, I can't seem to get over.
Everyone has their own story about grief and heartbreak. Everyone relates to it but no one pays attention to me and my story. No one gets it or even tries to understand. People only know one side of the story. The girl who is hopelessly in love with a jerk who doesn't love her back. What an embarrassing cliche, right? They always tell me just to forget him, to get over it already and to get a grip on reality. „He doesn't want you stop thinking about him." But that story isn't my truth and it isn't his truth either. The story they're so sure they already know isn't our truth. These people don't know our story and they never will. Not because Im not willing to tell them all about it, all about us, because I would love to tell everyone willing to listen if I could, but simply because they don't care, because they're too selfish to care. Too consumed by their own opinions, rumors and lies. They don't want to understand because they don't understand me. „Why do you even like him?" They ask. „He's a fuckboy, he doesn't deserve you, he's embarrassing, he's too full of himself, blablabla." Im aware of that, but there are so many more sides, good sides, that they don't even try to see. But if they would listen, they would understand who I fell in love with. Why I fell so desperately in love with a boy they don't know but still despise.
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Until fate did us part
Romancethis story is my own Its a short story about a boy who loved me This story was written in my notes as a way to cope but I decided to share it with you, because I have no one to talk to anyways Its very short and not very detailed but I hope you stil...
