Piano On the Balcony

"Being a whore is kind of fun, to be honest," his voice was poison laced with honey.

And he was right, in some ways. But a part of me misses being one half of a whole.. Being a part of someone's destiny, even it it's only for a short amount of time...

A part of me still missed the blinding impurity of being in a relationship that makes you dizzy and giddy and happy with the world... I miss wanting to fight for the relationship to work...

I miss dedicating yourself to one person and hoping that they are enough to hold you down and keep you rooted when you feel yourself start to go insane or when you want to cheat...

God damn it, I miss the ten months that I spent with him...

But this isn't going to be me, constantly trying to get him back, even though he lives just down the road...

No, this is me trying to move on with life and trying to balance myself out without his help.

~DISCLAIMER~
This work is merely fictional and does not have any influence from the real world. Any relevance to persons or places is merely coincidental, and is in no way, shape or form based upon another person's life. I, Cloe Heart, own this story. The plot line is entirely mine and I WILL find out about it, if I see any copies. That includes but is not limited to: stealing my characters (this being the actors, paired with their names and personalities); stealing my plot-line; stealing my cover photo; or stealing my whole book. I WILL FIND OUT. Plagiarism is punishable up to JAIL time, and a lot of money. Though I need that money, you more than likely can't afford it, so don't do it.