A boy who grew up too fast that now believes he's a monster that will destroy everything in his path and I the girl you saw past the beast.
Embark with me on this short little tid bit of our Tragic Romance only one of the many encounters him and I h...
There is a lot to this long chaotic journey, this is only a piece
He meant everything to me from his curly black locks that matched the darkest depths of the universe to his deep hypnotizing almost amber brown eyes but most of all his ambient laugh that made me melt. He was my everything at the time. I was an addict and he was my drug. The drug like all drugs that would be my downfall.
I knock on the door of apartment 10 my hands sweaty and heart about to leap out of my chest. He answers the door, smiles, then invites me in. I sit on the deep green love seat, my posture stiff, my anxiety through the roof and my lip tightly trapped between my teeth. Surprise fills me as he lifts my oversized body into his quite comfy lap. I feel safe. He kisses me tenderly his thumbs drawing lazy circles on my hips before he pulls away. He asks me if I want to play video games. I the nod excitedly, he let me make my own character and even crash almost every car he had built in the game, evidently my reactions amused him. I got tired of playing, so I let him tak over.
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As I went to scoot away he wrapped his arms around me and leaned me against his chest his arm possessively draped across my shoulders and chest. As he became engulfed in his game, I drifted off watching him game. His eyes glazing over as he focused, I noticed how the corner of his mouth would twitch when he pulled off a risky maneuver and I loved it. I could stay right there forever just watching him play, being in his arms, being his. While i rest there I think, about how he let me closer than he let anyone else, but he couldn't care about me he didn't have the ability to love me back.
James was guarded and tried to keep everyone at a distance but for some reason he'd let me in every once in a while he'd let me see behind his act backstage. Backstage where a broken boy who was afraid to get hurt stood rehearsing his lines for his role as James, the cold-hearted dick, who loved nothing and no one. Just as fast as he'd let me in he shoved me back out seeing through whatever fog had clouded his judgment for that short period of time and coming to his senses. Then he'd put on his mask of nonchalance, tried to hurt me, push me away, because he didnt want to break me, like all others who crossed his path, but I was stubborn I wouldn't give up. I loved him.
He looked down at me and winked, butterflies erupted in my tummy and at that moment I knew I will always love him. He was, is, and will always be my first love, because he's not soperfect.
