(1 year ago)
I stood out of sight from afar watching you, you're not alone. She's laughing at something you said. You're looking at her the same way you looked at me smiling, those lips I've encountered so many times with mine, your smile, your perfect smile that lit up my darkness.
You told me yesterday that you were going to visit your aunt in the hospital out of town, you had a family emergency and I believed you. Hugged you tightly an wished for your safe return. Fate had other plans where we both ended up at the same place but not close to our town, you know the drive 2 hours away to the beautiful beach where you took and surprised me.
That day you made me feel like I was the only girl existed, where we shared our first kiss. Both of our lips intertwine sent tingles down my spine the butterflies in my stomach. God, I remember it so well as if it were yesterday not three months ago because you confessed that you loved me. I had hidden feelings for you although we were then just friends in school hanging out. It was really so amazing & unbelievable that you felt the same for me.
I never made a move towards you because I was afraid to love, scared of being hurt and rejected but like a knight in shining armor you came and took all the doubt from my mind from my aching spirit.Tears falling from my eyes heavily breathing I'm in shocked and dumbfolded I'm reminiscing trying to find out where did I go wrong if they were any warning signs. I can't take this, when did we grow apart? She's beautiful I can see. I just died right there my heart shattered into a thousand pieces when in that moment I saw you kissed her. Everything you promised and what both of us shared has gone away so I did what I could, I slowly took a step back and ran away leaving whatever it is I came here to do and left with a broken heart.
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The Broken Girl's Diary
Historia CortaBook 2 of The Broken Series. She's a daydreamer & a hopeless romantic living life just as. Though she's experienced enough heartbreak and disappointments there's always a bit of hope and of course, a diary. Journey of a Broken Girl. #834 #598