Prolouge

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Yesterday I fell asleep to the sound of bring me the night while I was staring at your picture. I put it down and fell asleep to the tune of the song, with your picture painted in my mind. I really felt that when I closed my eyes the miles melted away and that your were here with me now. I could almost touch you, but that will always be almost. The sad part is that when I opened my eyes, I was back in reality and that I was here in my bed, while you were seven thousands miles away. You were never going to be sitting next to me, because well that's how things ended up. You just gotta go with it till love finds it's way, or some other crap, the romance novels say.

I know I will see you tonight in my dream, maybe the only place I will ever see you in for the next few years. Yes, I do miss you and I miss being able to go a day without thinking of you, or a day without listening to the songs that made me remember you, I miss the way you made me feel happy.

I wonder sometimes, did you really love me? Sometimes we fall for people but they don't lift us up when we fall for them they just walk away. They say a few things that make us happy for a while then they leave, crushing every part of us left. For them it was just another day but for us it would be the whole world. It would bring out all of our sadness, it would make us so awful That we would start pushing people away and never want to easily fall for anyone again even if it was the right person. Guys sometimes don't know how much a single action or word can emotionally hurt a girl!

That's why I hope that none of that happens to me. All I want is for him to prove that he loves me, because if he doesn't I don't know how long I'm going wait, maybe someday I will give up, maybe I won't. He's a flirt, so I wouldn't be surprised maybe this whole thing doesn't mean anything to him. If he leaves then I'm going be the person who's going to fall not the other way around. I'm going to be the person who gets hurt. I'm going to be the one who loved too much.

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