Stars in my Eyes

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He saw the bright stars in my eyes. He said I was pretty and funny and everything I thought I wasn't. He took me out on a date, then two then three until we were celebrating our third anniversary. Those years were filled with butterfly kisses, laughter, and love. They were filled with romantic dinners, picnics, movie nights out, and cuddling sessions. They were also filled with tears and hugs and comforting words. The stars in my eyes were the brightest they had been in a long time. Then with year four came the apartment. That dreaded apartment came with more tears, but no hugs or comforting words. Just yelling and cowering. The stars started to fade that year. Year five, he told me to leave. He found someone else who was prettier and funnier and smarter than me he said. They were there when I was packing. I saw the bright stars in her eyes I lost long ago. I tried to warn her, but the stars were too bright, blinding her from the truth. I left with my stars barely there. Now he won't see the stars in my eyes anymore. No one will. Why? Because I won't be here. He took my first kiss, first date, first boyfriend, first time, and he took my stars. He might as well be the one making the noose and tying me it up for me. I only hope stars won't blind others from my story. Be careful. Don't let stars blind you to the monster you may be with.

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In case you don't get it, the girl dated a man who seemed perfect, who loved her as she was. But he turned out to be an abusive man who just wanted her body. He broke up with her once he was through with her and she became depressed and suicidal. What you just read is her suicide note, which is her warning others to not make the same mistake she did. She was so blinded by his charm that she didn't realize it was a mask made for a monster.

Alright, I'm done. Peace!✌🏼

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 19, 2018 ⏰

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