My mom always told me to keep my heart protected. Why? Well, because she knew there would be boys like you that would break. Boys like you that wouldn't even care. As I was doing dishes she asked me, " Why do you care about him so much? Why won't you let him go?"
I replied with, " Well mom, it's hard for me to not care about him. I worry about him. I hope that one day his heart doesn't get broke as bad as he broke mine. Why? I really don't know. I've never felt this feeling before. The feeling that I have just when I hear his voice scares me. Why? I think just because it might actually be Love this time."
The next day I walk through school. Everything feels like a blur. Until... I see you. When I see your smile, or the way you clenched your first when you get nervous. Then, all of a sudden you stop me. " How have you been?" You said.
" I'm just fine." As I faked a smile and looked at you.
"That's great." You said starring straight into my eyes.
"I should probably go." I whispered as I stormed off. As I walked away I though to myself why? Why did this have to happen to me? I should have just listened to my mama and not let my heart get broken. A wise lady once told me, " you have a heart of gold so, protect it." Who was the wise lady? That lady was my mama.
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Why?
Historia CortaWhy do I fall for him over and over again? Why do I tell myself I'm okay with out him even though I'm not? Just WHY? (Now remember this is my first one please make recommendations.)
