Adopt-a-Story

Stolen

You're the worst kind of thief out there.

I know what you've done to me and how much it hurt, yet I don't think I ever knew you. The real you, anyway.

Your face never failing to show love, something I knew was only for me. You were gorgeous.

The day you told me you loved me is-- was, my favorite memory. We were sitting atop the abandoned building you had decided to show me, a sacred place for you. Your lips moved in silence as you stared at me, fear and hesitance in your eyes for a split moment before you blurted out those three words, your eyes screwed shut in anticipation. I remember the grin that spread across my face, the way the sky mirrored the color of my cheeks as I whispered it back to you. You smiled the brightest smile of anyone I'd ever seen, and for that second in time, I felt like I could do anything in the world. You, you were my world. 

And then you robbed me.

You stripped me of my pride. What little ego I had left of me was gone by the time you left. 

Why build me up just to tear me back down later? Am I some toy to you? Some Lego set that you can put together in the shape of a house only to tear down and turn into some other design? 

It worked. 

My cheeks no longer warm to affection, to the three letters being spoken to me. I know they only mean it in the moment, just as you did. My smile is no longer one of contentment, only of mockery as I stare back at the one who hurt me most. 

Why do you keep coming back? Do you really think that after everything you did, everything you put me through, I'd let you build me back up? You think with your record of tearing me down, that I wouldn't be hesitant to even let you look at me again?

I know I've changed by the way you look at me as I talk to you, the way you run when I ruin your plot of getting back into my life. You don't like who I've turned into. You like who I was back then, before I had my heart stolen and tossed. Whose fault do you think that is? 

Do you know what I went through after you left the first time? The inspirational quotes posted all over my walls in hopes that I'll regain this strength that I once had? The pictures I hung up on my wall of things that made me happy to restore the small bit of happiness you took from me?

All of this happened because your friends told me I wasn't good enough to be around you and you listened. You always listen to them, even if you know it isn't right. Now tell me, what is the logic in that? You not only hurt me, but you sent yourself into a frenzy of coming back to me to beg for forgiveness. Those other lovers weren't worth it, were they? Were they better than me? I ask myself that every day.

All of your letters and pictures are burning in front of my eyes as I write this. You have no hold on my life anymore. Does that scare you? Does it scare you that your "average" lover is no longer allowing themselves to be under your control? The words you wrote, the smiles you gave, the smiles you gained, they're all burning in a pile, along with every other memory I ever had of you. 

Except for the memory of the first time I heard those three words.

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This is a bit long for a snippet, so I apologize! I was actually writing something else when a song came up in my playlist, and tada! This idea popped into my head. I left it gender-neutral so that it can be used for any character/book/fandom, because switching genders in stories is a bit of a pain in the butt during editing. 

The song that inspired this writing is Stolen by Talia Mar. I recommend checking it out! It's a very awesome song that I actually really enjoyed listening to for inspiration. 

Again, if you'd like to take over one of my snippets of stories or use anything in your books, feel free to do so after messaging me! This is simply so that I can shout you out and check out the story myself, because I have this thing where I write a part of a story and then don't want to write it anymore and just read it haha. 

If you've read this at all, especially to this part, I'd like to thank you for being supportive and making me smile, even if you don't make yourself known. Just knowing that someone is even slightly interested in what I do makes me smile like crazy, so thank you!

I love you, you awesome human being you!

Kaylee