Excerpts of stories i'll never write

#76

When I said I loved him, I didn't mean it. In fact, anyone that I had claimed to love was lied to. In those days love was a stranger, not even an acquaintance. Love and I hadn't met. But I swear I knew hate, regret, betrayal and all their friends. I knew them like the back of my hand; My best friends. I thought love was poorly made excuses and tear stained pillows. But once we met, it became clear to me that I had it all wrong. The person you love wasn't supposed to make you wonder whether you were worthy. They weren't supposed to make you question the person you've known as yourself.
Because of him, I know love. And because of love, I know him.