The shattered pieces of her heart yearned to be fixed as she stood by the sea shore. The sea breeze hitting against her face softly, her hair flying behind her. The rainfall of tears hit against her cheeks, running past her lips, and finally she'd let her hand wipe them away. As if every tear she dropped, was just a step closer to a new happiness she hoped to find.
Continuing to live life the way she was, would only hurt her more as time passed. Faking okay, wasn't an option anymore. Faking no attraction towards him, would break her more and more each day. It was okay at first, not so hard. But, as if reality had slapped her across the cheek, everything came tumbling down. The heartbreak of seeing him with her; someone who wasn't herself.
I didn't want to ever see you with a girl who wasn't me. I didn't. I didn't want to even imagine you sweet-talking another girl. I didn't want to see you kiss another pair of lips that weren't my own. I wanted to be selfish. I wanted you for me, and me only. I was utterly and completely in love with you, by the time I realized. And too late, it was. Too late to go back. Too late to stop those feelings from rushing in... too late to numb them. Too late to drown them in the depths of my heart, and move on. Now... Now, I wanted you. I didn't want to want you, but that's the thing about love. It's selfish. And I craved you. Constantly running through my mind, I had nothing but your name, face, and actions being reminded to me everywhere I looked. You were in the fallen autumn leaves, in the blossoming spring flowers, in the excitement in the summer fun, and in the winter's soothing silence. You were all but there, on most cases. However, you were a constant reminder. I needed you by my side. I knew you were the right one. I was willing to put my heart at risk for you. But you for me?
I had no answer to that.
No answer. Unspoken words. Unfinished conversations. Deathly silences. Longing looks. Broken hearts. Broken promises. She felt the world crash down standing there by the sea shore. She felt herself falling, falling, falling... until she was sat on the sand holding herself sobbing into her hands.
