The End

The cold warmth of her heart made me feel safe. At home. What am I now? I don't feel completed anymore. Even though I'm breathing I feel dead inside. Like my willing to live just vanished into thin air.
Today, even though the sun is smiling, I couldn't. She left and took my happiness with her.
Brooke Burns, the girl who broke my heart. She always had a Marlboro on her lips and I don't know why, but that made her a hundred times more attractive. Maybe it was because of books like "Hush Hush" that I read when I was a little girl. They always made dysfunctional couples seem perfect. The nerdy and the bad girl. Spoiler alert, they aren't.
I was so in love, but little did I know she didn't feel the same way. Of course she said she did, and that was enough for me to fall for all her games.
When I tried to go back to what I was before I'd known her, I realised I couldn't. She made me stay away from all my friends. I had built walls around me without even realising it. I was just like a puppet on a string. She always used to say "love isn't for everyone, if you are not ready to let things go for me then I'm leaving" and I just agreed with all what she made me do because she managed to make me feel like it was all my fault.
Am I happy that she left me? No. Absolutely no. But I know it is for the best.
"Every story has an end, but in life every ending is just a new beginning," says Dakota Fanning's character in Uptown Girls. I really took that advice. I mean she killed the old me, what was I supposed to do?