I Still Love Him

I Still Love Him

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Apr 5, 2017
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It all started like a movie. It ended like a storm. But I still clung to the memories. - This book will take you through the emotional roller coaster of an experience I did go/am going through with a boy that is a big part of my life. - This is a fictional story based on real life events in my life with a boy who's name is not used in this story. This piece is written by me and with my ideas. I sincerely hope you enjoy and hopefully relate at least a bit to this story I will work hard on and try hard to finish. Thank you for reading.
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I am wide awake. At 3 am, and all I can think about is him, turned to his left, left cheek squished onto his pillow, eyes shut, not tight shut but gently shut. Him breathing quietly and a soft light from the window falling upon his face. Sleeping. All I can think about is how he is at peace, sleeping without a care in the world. Even if tomorrow he would wake up stressed and agitated. Right now he is asleep, peacefully, and here I am. Staring at the ceiling, begging to god to stop the pain, my hands entwined together, saying to him that I'm tired and that I'm not as strong as He thinks I am. I still believed in Him, because whenever I lost faith, I got a reason right away to not lose it. My dearest was at peace, he was happy without me. And this time I knew. He was not coming back. He was gone. And all my memories of his smile, his hair, his body scent, his hands, the scars on his body, his two vampire-like teeth, his expressions, his cheesy lines, his eyes. His eyelashes, eyebrows, and the way he used to light up after seeing me rushed in. Of how his eyes didn't shine when we met for the last time. How I missed the special way we used to say goodbye. He loved me. He always had. He put in all his efforts just to see me. He did it all. But he didn't love me, not anymore.

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