You know the feeling? When you are smiling and laughing, enjoying and chilling but there's something in the back of your mind, something with black horns and red eyes that scares you, petrifies you. You want to run, hide, escape, stop. Stop what? Your own happiness. Why? Because life is too mean to be all rainbows and chocolates.
That is how I felt when I was with Zarron.
Zarron, Zarron Andrew Smiths.
Zarron was the kind of person that made you so happy that your cheeks would hurt from smiling too hard and your stomach would pain from laughing too hard. In other words, Zay was perfect. Call him a therapist if you want to but the way he healed your wounds. Oh honey. You wish you get them everyday. He wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. He was the white one. The white one nobody really pay attention to, but at the end of the day, that's what you need to finish the painting.
Zarron was my boyfriend since last 2 years. Last 2 years or should I say November 22nd 2014 to October 17 2016. I wish we made it to two but it was like I hated myself to want that even. Zarron Smith was the worst guy I knew. He was notorious in his own ways. I thought he was the white crayon but he turned out to be the finished masterpiece. Everybody loves the masterpiece, not the crayons behind it.
//You know what's worse than rejection? Thinking someone likes you when in reality they don't//
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The Reunion
Short Story//I don't need saving from monsters and devils. I need saving from love and lies// ** 'Zarron Smith' He said taking out his hand for me shake. Those hands. Those hands that would once cup my face and tell me how much the owner...
