Short Stories - Flaritza

Past love

this is a different kind of story? it will be written in the first persona as it was requested by one of my followers, and what my followers want, they get😁❤️

I never wrote like this as I'm more of a narrative kinda style but hey why not try something new? 👀😊

also side note this hurts to say but : my stories are flopping so I'm thinking of stopping from wattpad? idk I used to write for escapism but I found some of my best friends on here and you're like family to me and became a really special part in my life and it sucks to lose you🙁🥺 I'll still continue to write I'll just keep them to myself like before✌️anyways enjoy this story that'll probably suck like the rest wohoo! 😬💕

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don't we all have that one love? high school love if you will, that just sticks with you for life? it pains you to hear his name even if years would've passed, it pains to see his face or even just imagine cause you know that he is not yours anymore, and that maybe you never really had him in the first place.

I'm talking about the guy who came into your life unexpectedly, swept you off your feet so damn good that you felt like you were floating on clouds whenever you were with him or even just near him, that guy who all the girls wanted, yet somehow he only had eyes for you? or at least that's what he claimed. You had that fairytale kind of love story with him? late night dates under the stars, inside jokes, feeling safe inside his embrace.

I had that, fuck I had all of it but with one difference, he for me was a she, and she? she was a bitch, I won't even try to sugar coat it, that woman, she helped me and then broke me.

she helped me find who I was, who I was meant to be, who I was meant to love, she helped me see that it was ok to love other women, then swept me off my feet, that beautiful smile of hers, her soft touch on my waist when she would pull me close to her at night, then her aggressive touch when she'd make love to me, her warm hand locked tightly around my throat while she told me that she loved me so much

bullshit.

it was all bullshit, sure she loved my body, fuck I made her my bitch when it comes to my body, I could get anything I want with a simple pair of booty shorts and a crop top, but she didn't love me, at least I don't believe she did and it hurts, so much cause yes we were still young, but she was something. She changed me both in good ways and not so good ways too.

it's been over 6 years that I've seen her face, to an extent I'm happy that I'm locked inside this miserable prison cause at least there's absolute no chance that I'll bump into her, that I'll see her again for now, and that's good. But on the other hand nights alone are the worst, cold ones especially, my thoughts start racing, all I can picture in my head is her, her face and her smile, looking right at me with those beautiful pair of eyes she had looking at me, the same look she always gave me, lust. shimmering eyes looking at me, at my body and her upper lip being slightly licked by her tongue.

I hated it, I hate thinking about her and I hate her, how could she make me fall in love with her and then leave me? she knew what she was doing to me yet she didn't warn me that she didn't feel the same way for me, but for my body, yet no matter how much I hated her, I still craved her touch at night, her breath on my skin and her raspy voice telling me those 3 words that used to drive me insane in bed.