Destroyed

Sometimes you look at your past and wish you didn't make that one mistake. But my '' mistake'' was beautiful. He had the most amazing smile I had ever seen, his dimples made my heart melt and the way his eyes were shining when he was happy was driving me crazy. He knew that. He knew that he made me feel this way. He knew that noone ever touched me the way he did. He knew that he was the one who made me feel special fo the first time. He loved me. Too much. Maybe... maybe thats what destroyed us. Love. But our love doesnt matter because after all he stabbed my best friend almost to death.