Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
-Ed Sheeran, Photograph
Tear's slipped from my eyes like a waterfall and they aren't stoping. When I saw the profile photo of a couple hugging there's only one word I could describe my feelings.
Loneliness
Stupid tear's. Stupid. Stupid tear's. Stupid Noah.
Noah Carter used to be my everything. My best friend, my enemy, my boyfriend and my only family.
He left me. Like everyone did.
Alone .
Frustrated.
Angry.
And confused.
Without any reason, any messages or calls he left me.
Every day after he left me, I send him dozens of texts every day. I don't know how many calls I used to do.
I laugh remembering his voicemail.
Hello you've reached to Noah carter voicemail send message after beep. And if you are Katherine fuck off.
I wipe my tears furiously angry at myself remembering him after years.
I hug my knees to my chest and dip my head into my knees. The piece of fabric soaking my tears.
I look up when I hear rustling of door. The door open and I watch my five year old son, Andrew.
With blue eyes and pitch black hair he looks the same as his father.
He look up to me innocently clutching his favorite toy of hulk in his chubby hands.
Must be a bad dream.
I open my arms gesturing him to come. He smiled and make his way to me.
Secured in my arms we both fell asleep.
One with smile.
One with tear's.
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Teen Fiction"Are you okay?" I smiled up to him and said, "Yes, why wouldn't I be' Everyone ask but no one cared. Or do they?
