as i stay, i stare deeply into his deep brown eyes, touched by a sparkle. i stare into seeing what my life woul dbe like if i were to keep staring and to begin talking. my life would be happy, but not a long lasting happiness. a happiness that would only last awhile. a while in which, beofre we found out the truth about eachtoher. the truth about our selves that we tryed to hide, but the truth that truly makes us who we are.. the truth that made us fall out of ove, that tared us apart. when i found out the truth about who he , something inside of me broke. not a "brake" that most people talk about, this was a brake that i felt physacally and mentally, a brake that effects you forever. that truth about him is that hes only in it for the sex. he doesnt care about me nor did he. he doesnt love me, oh wait he never did. it was a lie. it was fake, hes fake.. i found out who he truy was, i found out the truth about our so called relationship. when i found out who he truly was, the "old" me came back. the pill popper, the alcoholic, the druggie. the girl that was abused by her father, the girl that was raped by her father... now we both know the truth about eachother. now we want nothing to do with eachother. he is dead to me, like our "love" was dead to him the whole time.. i now dont love him nor will i ever again..
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young&&broken
Romancethis is just part of what may or may not be tue. it is suppose to be a diary of a teenager so the gramer will be bad.
