I fell in love with him each and everyday. I loved him the way someone loves the sunsets. I was mesmerized by his captivating brown eyes, the wonderful charisma, the wittiness, and spontaneity. All of a sudden he became my world, my drug. I became addicted to his presence, his hugs, laughter and those sweet kisses. He was my favorite hello and my hardest goodbye. My world was full of storms but when he showed up, my storms calmed. He had this power of turning my horrible day into the most amazing one. He lived each day just to make me smile, to make me feel loved. He had the entire world at my feet, and I never noticed that. He'd jump through hoops of fire just see me smile, he'd go to hell and back just for me. We were made for each other, the way peanut butter goes with jelly. I became so addicted to his touch and his love. I failed to realize that I had been starting to take him for granted. It wasn't until he started to distance himself from me, that I noticed how much I loved him, how much I needed him. He grew tired of me not loving him the way he loved me. I'd thought he'd stay with me forever, and I was wrong. I loved him but I stopped showing him. One day he walked away and all I could do was sit down and watch him leave. I never appreciated him, not the way I should've, not the way I do now.
YOU ARE READING
for you
Contoto whoever identifies themselves with the character of each "story", but most importantly to the person behind each thought. I don't consider myself a writer nor do I believe to be one, my mind just runs wildly imagining stories of people I haven't...
