I can remember all the times we had spent. Then rewind to the day he had asked me the one question to take his hand. No, not marriage quite yet. But to be his girlfriend, a step for me that was a little elevated, but achievable.
Now it's been around three years, an amazingly perfect three years to be exact. I'm not sure how we did make this escalation but we did manage, in fact.
My mind still flows of when I thought he'd be like the others and cheat. Those we're horrible times. Being as sensitive as I am, it's hard to overcome that, but I managed to when Mitchel came into my life and broke those nasty walls down, then put in new ones that I adored. It's like those shows on the House Network or whatever they call it, if you only think about it. It's like, they take down the stuff the house owners don't like, then replace it with new stuff they love. See, just like my life, if you think about it hard enough. But there is always a bit of the nasty walls after, too. Some never leave and that's just a fact called life. I choose to live my life and try to avoid these nasty walls with all my might, but sometimes it just doesn't work. And that's normal.
On the other hand, the stuff we love, it's amazing. Loving Mitchel is not easy, but it's beautiful. Sometimes I wish that he'd stay home more often, instead of going out all the time.
So I guess instead of one-hundred-percent of the time happy, I guess were just a close ninety. I want that change, I do desperately. But it hasn't for a year now. The first two years were the one-hundred perfect, but then a year ago the ninety started. Like the escalated went down.
I'm not sure what happened for ten percent to go down. Well, if I stop using percentages, why he stopped loving me a bit. It seems as I he was giving that ten to someone other than me. But, Mitchel couldn't cheat, he just couldn't. I wouldn't believe it if I saw it. He's too sweet.
Or is he?
Well, since that is just the into instead of an actual chapter, it is short. I am very aware thank you.
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Teen FictionSometimes the person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger.