She's gorgeous. Her golden blonde hair dyed a deep black. Her blue eyes with a hint of green that seem to sparkle when the sun hit them just right. Her beautiful smile that makes time stop, her laugh that is so contagious you can't help but laugh with her. When she said 'I love you' it would make my heart stop, my stomach flutter, my knees weak. I couldn't help but want her to say it repeatedly. Just one more time. I want her to say it just...once more and not mean as in the way you love a close friend or sibling, but that.. that is not something that will ever happen again. 2,000. 600. 81. 0.3 . That is how many miles I am from the one I love. 1 year. 5 months. 2 days. That's how long we were dating. 7 months. That was how far we were into the relationship...before I realized I had completely fallen for her, that I was head over heels for the most wonderful, amazing, beautiful, funny, sweet, and caring person I have ever met. All the walls I had built up she managed to completely tear down and destroy.
She was my everything, my world, my entire being. I thought we would last forever...until she sent those words. "I think we need a break" Those words. Those 6...small words. Managed to tear me apart, break me down and take everything I had. 5 weeks is how long we were "taking a break" before I asked her if she was trying to break up with me. 5 weeks is how long I waited before finally receiving the words that would destroy my very being, my world, my reason to live. "I'm sorry" "I love someone else" That was officially the worst day of my life. The day I lost everything. The day I broke down and gave up.
I gave up, but my feelings never did. They remain perfectly intact. Going as strong as they were when I first fell for her. I was still in love with her. I still am...but the feelings will never be returned to me. Ever. I remain in a one-sided love, a love that will last until I find someone to break the curse it has brought upon me, but, I would have to let people get close in order for that to happen and honestly. I don't want to go near anyone anymore. I don't want to be here...or anywhere. I don't want my life or anything that doesn't have to do with her. It is pointless though. There is no point in ending a life that has already ended in their own eyes. There is no longer a point in anything I do anymore. I find it quite funny that me, a person who didn't want to get close to anyone in the first place. Fell so hard for a girl I thought was perfect. Only to get shattered when she fell just as hard....but for someone who wasn't me.
What a perfect romance story....right?
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De Todothese are all short stories that I don't have names for yet and can develop more on the plot maybe.
