I remember getting my heart broken...
November 14, 2011 8:45 AM
Three words, I Miss You.
That's all I can say.
I miss you dearly, I can still feel the way you used to hold me whenever I would shake in pure rage from my overbearing parents. I can still remember the way you kissed me feverishly on your front porch when you were worried that your parents would catch you, because we both knew they didn't particularly like me.
Or when we would sit on your roof and eat crazy amounts of Hawaiian pizza, even though I didn't like it. Though, I still ate it because I knew you loved it.
The coldness comes through every now and again. The coldness from when you left me. I put my heart in your hands, you knew how fragile it was.
Yet to this day I still don't understand why you chose to do this. Was it because you were afraid of something that would practically ruin your life? I apologized so many times I couldn't keep count. I just want you to make everything okay again.
The way you told me that you didn't want to be in this never ending cycle of screaming matches that would drain us both, and then making up. It made me feel as if I was in a hole that would be constantly filled with grains of heartbreak and pain.
I tried. We tried.
We couldn't make it through the storm.
As I sat there in my chair and finally think about what went wrong, everything flooded back at once. I couldn't handle it properly. This was the day I realized that you can't wear your heart on your sleeve, it will eventually get destroyed by the one person who you loved the most.
48 Days Clean
"I'm gonna take a little time, A little time to look around me, I've got nowhere left to hide"
Goodness gracious! Two emotion packed chapters at once. Oh oh, I'm sorry. NOT. I have a few chapters that I will work on. Also, if you finished this without listening to the song then that means you didn't cry. Btw I got writers block, I had to finish this one weeks ago but I couldn't. Anyways. Thanks for reading! :* :)
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