Alexander//

He was nice, and he did care a lot about me, it was me that always did something wrong. And he'd hit.
I didn't blame him, I was stupid for not listening to him.

But sometimes he did it without a reason, he had anger issues, he would always take out all his anger out on me. I did get mad when he did that, I always told him that I didn't do anything wrong and that he should stop but he woudn't listen. But he listened when I'd say that I'll leave him.
Then he would start apologising, and he would even cry, begging me to stay.
And I always felt bad, I hated when he cried.
He looked so vounrable, so broken.
His freckled cheeks, would be stained with tears, and his chocolate eyes, looked like glass, that would break any minute.
I hated it, I hated the effect he had on me.

I didn't care if I was sad as long as he was happy. I didn't care about every mistake he ever made, because he said he loved me, and even if he didn't meant it, or if he did, and even though I didn't know the true meaning behind it, it meant the world to me and I felt special.

I loved Alexander too.