Right from the start, love was never for me

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Oh how I thought these chapters would end when I found the "love of my life".

It was just a dream, a dream that would eventually end.

Ages of happiness, oh, it was more like suffering. I was loved, I thought I was, I believed I was. He liked me first, I was desperate to have someone to love me, I never fell for him, I just wanted to be loved so I thought I did love him. I've come to my realization, I never loved him, I just loved the idea of being loved by another. 

Things end like normal whenever I get twisted with a boy, but this one comes with traumas. Traumas I have to live with for the rest of my life, I gave myself to this boy, because I was scared to lose him. I was scared to lose someone who loved me. 

I gave everything when I didn't want to, I gave all of me. Now I live with the regret. Why did I have to do so much for someone who I knew would leave one day? We were forced to be separated, you told me you'd wait, yet after 1 month you already loved another.

I wasn't sad, I was just angry. Yet of course, I accept things easily. I got over you, I no longer love you, not one bit of me would ever go back. Even if the world was ready to accept us, I no longer want the love you give, and I would never want to see you ever. 

When I moved on, you wanted me back, you're too late, my heart doesn't have a space for you anymore. I hate you with all my heart.

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