I used to think that you would be with one person for the rest of your life and one person only. I used to think Aaron was the one for me and he made me believe him for so long, but after a while, he got tired of our fighting, and my love wasn't enough for him anymore, so he left.
At night I think about everything for longer than I should, and I blame myself for everything that went wrong. He tells me that it's not my fault, but there are too many reasons why I should believe my own words versus his. Sometimes I wish that he'd hate me so we don't have to talk anymore, but I know I'd miss our friendship too much.
When he left me, my heart wasn't as broken as I thought it'd be. Have I matured that much that maybe I was better off without him? Or am trying so hard with everyone else that I keep myself too occupied to think about the breakup?
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I Was She
Poésie[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
