What good would that have done?
He looked at her as tears dripped down her face. He said to her "I'm so glad I went to that party. I didn't know I'd meet the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with there."
She smiled through the saltwater beads that were now pouring down her cheeks. She had wanted so badly for so long someone to say that to her. And she wanted him, too.
She had no other choice but to believe him.
She had no choice because she wanted him. Maybe more than he wanted her. Forever. She wanted to believe him. She had no reason not to, no prior experience telling her to run. She believed him, but he only pretended she was the one.
She should have run.
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PoetryThis is how. How we got together. How we lasted. How we faded. How we broke up. How he left me. How I hated him. How I loved him. How I moved on. Raw with emotion, this collection of poetry contains the unfiltered truth of what a girl thinks of a...
