One Day...

1/1. "It's Alright, It's Okay."

Liam was everyone’s idea of a perfect gentlemen. He opened doors for me, bought me flowers without being asked to, and he was always putting my feelings before his own. There wasn’t one flaw to be found in him physically, mentally, or emotionally. At least, that’s how it was in the beginning. Due to our careers we were constantly being pulled back and forth like a slinky. He’d be in Japan promoting his new album, while I’d be back in California after a long day in the studio. That was part of the reason we decided to move in together so early on in our relationship. We needed to spend as much time together as possible, right? We didn’t really care about what irrelevant people thought about our relationship. It was ours, not theirs. As long as we were content then nothing else mattered. And we were. We were really happy for a while. If you were to ask me what was the catalyst in beginning of the end to our relationship, I wouldn’t know the answer. He just came home one day and didn’t kiss me when I opened the door for him. After that he’d say that he spent his nights at the bar or with his friends, but I knew the truth. People in Hollywood talked. They weren’t always the most reliable of people, but when it came to gossip they never got their stories wrong and were always running their mouths.

If there was anything I got used to Liam saying, it’d be ‘one day’. One day this, and one day that. Just one day. 

One day we’re going to be happy, Demi. One day we’re going to be able to hold hands while out in public and not get hounded by a million paparazzi’s. But it never happened. Today was one day, and instead of being happy I was miserable. Eyes brimming with tears as I packed my bags to head back home. Or at least back to my old flat. Home used to be wherever I was with Liam. But since he’d rather get shitfaced then spend a night doing absolutely nothing with me. Then there was no point anymore. I didn’t even bother to write a note for him. He wouldn’t miss me when he had three other female’s lined up to be his next boo. That’s just how it was with him. Liam was more like a child than people initially assumed. You’d buy him a toy, and he’d be infatuated with it for a while. But then, another toy would catch his eye and he’d do anything to get his hands on it. He came home in the middle of my packing, a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand. It was already too late for reconciling. I had already made up my mind. It was kind of funny watching him cry as I attempted to push past him, his voice cracking as he begged me not to leave. I spent many lonely nights crying, but he wasn’t there to witness it. How could he be when he was far too busy trying to coax somebody into bed? 

I didn’t hear the words ‘I love you’ when I was trying to leave. And to be honest, I don’t think he loved me then. He was just scared of having to start over with someone new. He probably lost his feelings for me way before things began to head south. I wasn’t anything special, no matter how much he tried to tell me I was. Maybe that’s a sad thing to say about yourself. But nothing’s sadder than realizing you’d love someone for the rest of your life, while they loved you just to pass the time.