I was so broken. I was broken beyond repair. I knew what was coming for me but being the naive person I was back then, I accepted the consequences. He seemed so nice back then, he and I were so compatible. It was never hard for me to talk to him about how I felt.
We were both so happy.
So why?
Why did it end up this way?
The arguments, the heartbreak, the pain. There was only so much I could take. This was not the first time I had experienced this though, oh no. This seemed like such a regular thing, like it was a routine that didn't stop. My friends warned me about him, but I didn't to listen. I was so stupid. I pushed them all away and for what? A jerk that broke my heart over and over.
Even still, I can't let go of him. His face, his smile, his laugh. It was all so perfect to me, it captivated my undivided attention.
As like I said before, I knew the consequences and accepted it.
Because why?
Because he's mine. He's my asshole, my jerk, my lover. And I would give up anything for him.
No matter what, because he's mine.
