The Boy Who Cried Wolf

It's sad really. I always thought we would be that couple that would make it. The one that everyone was jealous of, the one that never ceased to have problems or breaks.

But, we were teenagers. You were a boy. You told me I was beautiful. That I was worth it.

That WE were no mistake, but something written in the stars, something meant to be.

But you lied.

Like everything else you've ever done and did, you lied. Too me, to my friends, to your friends, to yourself, but most importantly: to my heart. And that, is something that can never be taken back. Never forgiven, and never forgotten.

No matter what.

You were the one who changed it all. You were the one who made my life confusing.

You were confused. About everything. About who you were, and wanting to become.

This is no fairytale, but a story that ends in something more promising, more realistic then that. A truce.

It ended, and they realized what they had done, the mistakes they made. But it was too late.

He was the boy who cried wolf.