Another love story

about her story..

It has always been him, from the very begining. He was the only satisfied party'. She said while the film of their story flashed before hey eyes for the thousandthest time. She wanted to move on, but the movie kept flashing over and over like the only memory left in her mind. They kept thinking about everything they had together over and over again. 'But this time it will never be the same. He doesn't deserve anything I ever did for him. I kept on imagining the best image of a joyness dealer a nonexistant image.'. He was her dealer. And his imaginary love was the drug that kept on killing her slowly while she was enjoying it. 'Loving him was the weirdest thing yet the best feeling I got when I first saw him. He was the best thing in mylife. Doing all the great things just to make me happy. I thought he was different. He made me believe with all his empty promises that he was different. And as dumb as I was I, I believed every single word. Yet I told him what he meant to me. Thinking he'll understand me.'. 'What can I do to make you feel better? ' his voice kept on ringing in her mind. ' just be yourself, just let's be friends for the rest of our days.' She regretted saying those words. Now she's sure if she let him go. Things weren't to be the same. ' I need to accept it. I need to accept everything happened. All the things that happened between us.' She was delusional but now the image of him in her head is dead. Killing that image meant killing a part of her that she wasn't sure she could live without. She needed to choose between saving herself or saving a place for him in her life that he didn't want anyway. It took courage but she finally learned how to choose herself over him..