Our Pact

Sadness is all I know. I wish it was a cliche fairy tale where she would come back and we could pretend the past years never happened. Where we could live "happily every after". Bull. I understand that she was taken away from me, I understand that I'll never see her again, I understand that things were just going to be great again. What I just don't understand... is why it had to happen to me. Why it had to happen to her. Why people who want to be reckless exist, who don't think of how they can affect others. I just... I can't seem to understand. Therapy. No help. Talking. Nope. The only solution is to get her back. But, as I said, we live in the real world where you're punished for loving someone. I'll never see her lit up eyes and glowing smile. Or her messy bun that she pouted over. All I have, is her words, stuck to my heart, bringing me down every day, because I can't seem to escape what she did to me. She made me love her. Made me chase her. Chase her up to where I couldn't have her.
I assure you, you'll cry. So, go ahead put on some Billie Eilish, and bawl your eyes out. It's an invitation. You may need to have tissues, you may need to buy an extra copy of this book from the tears you drop on it. But go ahead and open it. And be prepared. Because what you'll feel, I felt 100 times worse.