And then it took a turn.
His funny personality seemed fake all of a sudden, those yap times coming less and less.
One night I asked him, truly. And he told me about his past, how one girl ruined it all and he'd never do it again.
His love was fake.
A sense of hope that used to flower beautifully crumbled like ash in between my fingers. False.
He got meaner and meaner. And I took it all, I soaked anything he'd give. He called me crazy. "You Hello Kitty girls are all the same."
I didn't like Hello Kitty. I'd never seen it.
Personally, I was a Strawberry Shortcake kind of girl, but I saw what he was doing nonetheless. So, I let him brush me aside, I knew he didn't feel what he pretended to feel all those months ago.
These memories are all a little fuzzy, time does wonders, and a lot of weed too.
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