He loved her, he lived for her. Some nights it felt as if he couldn't live live without her. She was his outlet, his strength, his home, until, she was gone.
He begged for her, pleaded for her, cried for her, but she wouldn't answer. He strengthened, he moved on.
He met her again, he fell harder, felt stronger, gave more. He felt something he hadn't felt so strongly before, he liked this feeling. Her welcoming scent of vanilla and smooth soft kisses upon her plump brown lips. He loved her, maybe more than he loved her, possibly more than he loved himself.
Then, he got down on his knee. Their love slowly blossoming, yet diminishing all the same. He couldn't understand why, why is the woman I love so angry with me? So distrustful? What did I do so wrong to her? The lips he kissed didn't feel the same, and that same vanilla scent he loved was fading. At last, he lost her, and sworn to never love again.
Yet again, he met her. A new her, a fresh her. She smelled of YSL and only the finest of cosmetics. What would such a high-class woman want with such scum like him? She loved him through all his flaws, and he loved her all the same. He loved the fancy dinners, and spending the money, and fucking her like the undercover dirt she was, but something was....off. He thought he loved these things but...it just different feel real to him. After a while. at last, he lost her, and sworn to never love again.
Again, he met her. This her was a very different her. Her skin was fairer, her lips were pinker. She enjoyed things like the park and sitting at home. He loved her, but she only cherished him. He felt as if she was disconnected. He gave her kisses that she never returned, and hugs that fell flat, and their eyes hardly ever met. It was as if he was loving a ghost since she felt so empty. He didn't lose her, but he let her go, and sworn to never EVER love again.
Finally, he met her one more time. She seemed so skinny and fragile, but a smile so wide and bright, and eyes so big and bold. He felt it, this spark, this was new yet old. This was that spark but times 10. He liked her, he loved her, he was in love. He held her daily, and told her she was beautiful, and made her feel special as she did him. There was a problem though. Both had been so hurt before that they were almost scared to love, scared to let go, scared to change for one another. They began talking less and arguing more. The smiles diminished, the kisses disappeared, the hugs were no more. Just flat as if you left soda out for a few days. He made a promise to himself, he made a promise to never love again, but this time he was so sure of it, because he is no more. He grew tired, old, and worn out. His last words, swearing to never ever love again.
