Each new cut made on my hand or arm represented each piece of my broken heart. Yes, you broke it. I relentlessly cut myself and cried silently. Form had already started, but at the time, I didn't care. I thought about what it was I could've possibly done that suddenly made you decide you didn't want to be with me anymore. Eventually, I decided it was time to stop crying and headed to form. Our classroom had changed, but it was still next to yours. I walked past and couldn't see you, but I'm sure you could see me. I hated that I couldn't even wave you to or smile at you anymore; not only because I couldn't even see you, but also things were clearly not right between us anymore.
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My Love With You
Romance"Maybe I was just desperate to get into a relationship. It was the first time somebody had liked me and considered dating me. The problem was that I liked you back. Perhaps, I was a simple game to you. I now spend nights wondering what it was that I...
