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Close as strangers.
It was something I'd heard before, and it had many meanings. I kind of understood what that phrase meant but I never thought I'd experience something quite like it. I never expected to hurt, never expected the pain that came crashing into me. Even though it hurt, I still relished the small moments of happiness I had with him even if it was just pretend and even if later on, in the safe confines of our bedroom, we'd go back to being strangers.
It was all an act to convince them we were happy and "oh so in love". It only really benefited him but I didn't realise it back then because I was desperate. Desperate for love and the feel of being loved - something I didn't have too much experience with. So, I clung onto him like a baby would its mother. I clung to him and jumped at his every demand and wish, thinking that if I did as he told me, he'd want me and he'd be happy. I was so desperate I would have done anything and everything for him.
Actually, I did. But it was my fault for letting him have a hold on me like that. If I just tried a bit more and hadn't been so clingy, maybe he'd want me. If I hadn't been so annoying and had a flat stomach and a thigh gap, perhaps he'd be with me right now and save me from the situation I am in now. If I had just done everything a little better, perhaps he'd be satisfied and maybe he'd want to stay with me.
But there are too many if's and too little time.
Oh, past little me, did you have to be so naïve?
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