Imagine:
You've been with your bf for a year. You love him very much, but things haven't been the best in your life and you've been distant. You didn't want to take out your stress and anger on him from everything that has gone wrong for you. He takes it the wrong way and starts to believe you don't love him anymore.
You haven't talked in days and finally you are ready to tell him what's been going on because you can no longer handle it on your own. You go to him and find him hanging with another girl and talking to her. You go up to him and finally talk to him. The talk doesn't go as planned as you didn't get to tell him what was on your mind but you both made up anyway.
For days you hear him speak of this girl. You get jealous, upset and things begin to get worse in your life. You become distant again and cry every night with no one by your side.
You finally get this message the next night and you feel your heart sink. You go out to find him but it was no use. Finally after laying low and staying home for a week you head back to school and see him together with that girl who is now his girlfriend. Your heart breaks at the sight. He sees you and approaches you and says "you didn't love me anymore so I knew it was over." You just walked away with no words and tears streaming down your face.
2 months later you gain the courage to finally tell your true feelings to him even though he was with someone else you still loved him. You called him late at night in tears confessing that you never stopped loving him and that you missed him. You finally got to tell him what had been going on with you. You were raped by a close friend and had been dealing with the court case that was in progress. You let out all your pain to him and cried your eyes out. He cried as well and said that he missed you too and still loved you, but it could never be the same as it was. You knew that it was truly over then.
You remained friends with an unbreakable bond, but deep down you knew you would always love him but he already had someone else in his heart.
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Sad Imagines
Документальная прозаI just write these to let out the inner pain I keep held in sometimes.