My life flashed before my eyes. Every moment I spent with this boy. Every moment of happiness that was caused by him. All ruined. It hurt. It hurt like a stampede of elephants. My heart ached. It moaned as he gossiped. The one person that treated me right, that made me feel worthy of love, ruined it.
I couldn't bear to listen but I couldn't stop. He was forming a crowd as the news spread across the form. I sat there and felt tears threaten to form. I was about to turn the other cheek when he said something that broke me, "I think I love her."
I couldn't handle it. My heart fell. It shattered. It broke into a hundred diamonds, scattering across the carpet. Several lost, my heart would never be whole. I didn't think I could love anyone again.
Tears escaped as fire burnt in my eyes. A blaze of fury sent shivers down my body. The sudden hatred licking my skin as I sat there, tears running down my cheeks. He hurt me and he didn't even know it. The boy that I had grown to love just sat there, a colossal smile invading his face. I didn't know how to feel. Of course I was mad but I had an ounce of happiness left in me. It weighed me down. The remaining joy came from his smile. The same smile that had brought me away from my darkest moments. But I guess.
If he's happy then I'm happy.
This is one of the few that I'm actually proud of. This was written the night that it happened. I really fell for this guy and he didn't replicate my feelings. When he fell in love with this other girl it broke me. It has taken me a few months but I'm feeling better and I'm over him.
