Forgotten

When I was younger, maybe sixteen or fifteen or so, I was in love with a boy that was destined for greatness. We were childhood friends, grown up together in a small town in England, Doncaster, if I remember. I thought we were invincible, nothing could hurt us as long as we were together, and I thought we would be together forever. But then, forever ended, and with it my ability to love. He had to leave, with good cause of course, he had the voice of an angel and he wanted to share it with the world. A new world, one that I couldn't be a part of. Ever since him, ever since we split I have not been with any men, and that was five years ago. For five years I have been unloved and unlovable, and it's better that it stay that way I suppose. Because no one will ever compare to the love I had for a very special Louis Tomlinson.