His Everything

Once upon a time, I was his everything.

I met him once, he was sweet and handsome with a hint of humor in his eyes. He always knew how to make me smile or laugh at the most saddest of times. He made me feel like I was meant to live just to see him, to have the most fun with him. He made me feel like I was his everything and he was my everything too.

But sadly all those feelings had to end. He was meant to come and go. To make me feel special then to throw me as if to say he was done playing with me and I was just this sad, broken toy that no one could fix.

And one thing for sure, he wasn't suppose to come back.

But he did.