Welcome to my story. It's my life. I explain to you what happens in my life. The brokenness from that someone's love. Loving someone to much. You know the feeling.
It's never a good feeling. The feeling of loving someone so damn much... for it to be broken right in front of your face. Your breathe is literally taken from your lungs. Your heart is in pain, feels like your breaking into a million pieces. Your mind keeps you up for hours asking what you did so wrong. Question everything. Was it ever real? Did you mean the words you said? Who am I now? You left me with these questions.
It's sleepless nights now. I can't even sleep in my bed without the thought of you flooding my mind and body. That bed was our home. It's where we were safe, arms wrapped around you, while your leg crossed over my body. Where we had our days where we just laid in that bed, sharing food, watching movies. If we could, we would have stayed days there. Our pajamas on, hair a mess and look like we are homeless. But we would have been comfortable in our disgust.
This was truly us. We didn't have a care in the world when we were together. We were happy... or so I thought. I think about all the times we had together. The silly dates, the pranks, the days we'd just lay in bed. But with those comes the questions again. Why?.. for the longest time, I though you were my forever. We were planning to rent our own apartment. It may have been small, but we had a pet dog. I know it's just a dog. But to me, it was so much more. It was training wheels for both you and I. It was training wheels to the kids we would talk about and dream about. We had a future that we both talked about all the time... and we did it all together. Or so I thought...
Now you know some background to what I'm going through.
Welcome to my story. It's not for everyone, but for those who are broken and need an escape.
To keep our identities hidden, and out of respect for her I changed our names to what we always wanted.
My name is James, and the ladies in the book, her name is jazmyne.
YOU ARE READING
Your love was a suicide letter.
Non-FictionThis is where I release the pain that I went through as a girl built me up and destroyed me... the pain that I felt comes to life. But as well as the love of another person. I hope you really enjoy this story and the pain that kills me inside..
