I Won't Forget |h.s|

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Harry

June 21,2016

Today marks as two years since the love of my life walked out on me.

It has been a rough two years at that and it sucked. To be honest with you I don't know why she walked out on me, she just did.

One night we were all happy, giddy, and loving towards one another. Then the next morning I wake up in my bed hoping to see my love sleeping right next to me, but no I found it cold with a note neatly placed on the made side.

I'm sorry. But I have to.

Was all it read. I don't know how many times I've read the note back to back, but I read it almost everyday thinking that it's not real. That she'll come back to me. Yet everyday I'm left alone. Heart shattered to pieces.

Each day got harder and harder, because the actual fact that my true love just up and left without any notice but the one note, had dawned on me that she might never come back.

I fell into a deep depression after about two days. The first two days my mind constantly thought that it was all a joke and that she would come back, but no. That was not the case.

After those two days, my life was a living hell. I felt as though I couldn't breathe. I definitely couldn't sleep without her being right beside me. I couldn't eat. I didn't go out the house, what I used to call our house. I didn't even answer my phone when it rung only one time to answer my mother and explain to her what had happened. She had told me not to stress over it too much and that she might come back and that if she didn't that there're plenty more fish in the sea.

At that moment I hung up on her.

She knew that she was the love of my life. My everything. My whole world.

Yet she tells me that there're plenty more fish in the sea.

No.

I'm sorry but she was the only one for me. I only wanted her and only her. I NEEDED her, but apparently she didn't need nor want me.

I spent months and months hoping and waiting for her to show up again. But as it kept occurring, she never did.

Once it was almost a year, I finally gathered myself together and tried to forget about it. Although the hard part is that once you fall in love and find the person of your dreams, its extra hard to move on and forget about them.

On so many different occasions, I would go out to the local pub, drink my ass off, and hook up with some random chick.

Sometimes I would bring them back to my house thinking that I could have something with them, but all they wanted was just a quicky for the night.

Later on I realized that these one night stands wasn't getting me anywhere. It would only make matters worse, because the next morning I would wake up with the worst hangover and immediately regret everything that I've done. Especially sleeping with a random girl, because neither of them were my love.

On the one year anniversary of her leaving I was a hot mess.

The house was ruined.

Furniture strewn all across the living room. Broken glass shards everywhere. Holes in the wall. All the works were being done that day.

It was horrible.

I just remember not really having much sleep, so the next morning my eyes were bloodshot red from crying and the lack of sleep. My hair was a mess form me tugging and pulling at it. My skin was pale, and my voice was hoarse from all the screaming and yelling I did.

Today as it is the two year anniversary of her departure from my heart, I am currently curled up in a ball in the corner of my room with tears streaming down my face.

My body rocking back and forth. Shaking vigorously. I have never felt so much pain except for on this day.

It's an excruciating, scorching, burning pain that flows throughout my body.

I hear a knock on my front door downstairs, but I don't get up to answer it.

Everyone that I know, by now should already know not to bother me on this day. To just let me be, and that will get back to them the next day.

This time the doorbell is rung.

I still don't answer.

It's rung a few more times and I still didn't answer it.

Now the rings were just getting aggressive and annoying. So I finally got my lazy, depressed, nonexistent ass up and went to the door to see who it was.

Once I got down there and opened the door, I was not prepared for who it was at my door.
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" Joanna?!"

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Tada there's the first part hope you like it so far. This is my first short story and it's a working progress.

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Love you all loads!!

-Candice