Unravel Me

Chapter Two: Addilyn's Pov

I have this constant fear that I'm never going to forget him. The way his brown eyes pierced mine or his goofy grin that always made my heart beat ten times faster. And what sucks the most is that he was never really mine to begin with. But I fell hopelessly in love with him. It's been two years and I can't forget him. Even if I don't realize it he finds his way back into my memory to the point where it makes me sick to my stomach and I can't breath because I don't want to love him anymore. And it sucks because I thought I was forgetting him. I was finally happy. And then my memory of him comes back, and I'm sitting in the corner of my room tears pouring down my face and my throat burns because I'm screaming to the ceiling begging myself to forget him. And I hope that I will.

I'm a college student at NYU, majoring in literature. Not sure what I want to do with my life, but I guess I have a passion for stories. Not books. Stories.

Not every book is a story, and not every story is a book. People tell stories, and those stories are passed down from generation to generation. People write stories, and people read them. People lie stories, and make them up. People get hurt by stories, and long for the day they never heard it. Stories change lives.

This is my story. My heartbreak. My sadness. My addiction. My soul. My story.

Leighton Clemons. The man who owns the muscular organ that pumps all the blood within my body. The man who owns the center of my circulatory system. Some would say, the man who owns me. Others, just my heart.

I allow him. Why you ask?

I am so in love with him. So deeply and utterly in love with him. He is the only one that I will ever want. The only one that will ever matter, and the only one I will ever love.

I do not know if he feels the same way.

It is sad. You ask someone about love and they tell you about heartbreak. 

Leighton Clemons is my love and my heartbreak. He is my love. My happiness. My glow. My posture. He is my heartbreak. My sadness. My dull. My slack.

But if anyone asks, I hate Leighton Clemons. He broke me.