"I finally understood what true love meant...love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be."
-Nicholas Sparks, Dear John.
Prologue
For hours, I just sat there. Sat there and stared at all our memories...good...bad, old...new..all of them. My water-proof eyeliner carried out its job perfectly. However, the same could not be said for my tear filled mascara. The lyrics to all Taylor Swift song's were like second nature to me after 3 hours of continuously listening to them. My tissue box was over, and I had now resolved to using toilet paper. I was a mess.
The little black book, the perfectly drawn picture, the thousand letters, the little photos, the valentine and birthday gifts...all of them were spread out across my bed and floor, filling my head with the 'what if's' and 'imagine that's'. My time of reminisce somehow managed to put me into a state of depression far worse than i thought possible. Unable to take it anymore i flung my self onto the feather filled bed and buried my face in the pink and purple pillow.
Safely tucked in my bed, i could feel the weight of my heart. The sensation of needles pricking my heart- thousand needles..all at once..going deeper by the second. I wondered if this is just a heart break, whether it would go away? Or was I in reality losing sight of the world and had i just let go my one chance at a happily ever after?
The never ending questions crowded my mind and i resolved to taking sleeping tablets...something i wasn't accustomed to-my brother was the rebel in the family-not me. After another dreaded hour of thinking, I fell into deep sleep, wondering if this was the end of my world.
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Please let me know how it is and if i should continue? My first story. I'm not that good. This story is supposed to have a good ending though if all goes as planned.
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