Trust is something that should never be given away freely. That's something that, through the given time, we all learn in the end. Life is a grand lesson that not every person you come in contact with is worthy of your trust, whether or not you choose to realize it.
Love is something that is far too difficult to come by these days. There's so many dating apps out there that think they're pointing you in the right direction when, in reality, they are placing you back in the repeated cycle of try and fail again in keeping someone long term. It's just too difficult to find anyone these days that's a perfect fit.
The last few relationships I've been apart of have all ended in sadness, knowing that they don't want me in their lives as bad as I want to be in theirs. Why must finding a person be so much of a struggle?
I found myself walking along the sidewalk alone after another tough break up. This guy wanted told me he stayed because I was great in bed but left because my personality drew him away. What was that even supposed to mean? I continued to walk, the light dribble of rain coming down on me, as if my clothes weren't soaked enough by my tears. I was lost too far in thought of what I did wrong and how I could have changed things.
I know what you might be thinking, why don't I text him? The answer is simple, he's gone and never coming back.
I thought back to the good times we had, him taking me to a carnival and winning me a stuffed penguin in a game. Sure, he wanted to show off how good he was at games, but I slept with the penguin every night. I single tear rolled down my cheek, do I need to get rid of that too?
I heard a sound from behind me, footsteps? I turned around to see my ex's best friend, Greg. He was the kindest of all his friends. He'd be the one to check up on and comfort you if you'd had a bad day. I honestly hoped that he'd find a good girl so he didn't have to experience heart break after heart break like I had.
"What happened with you and James?" he asked. The rain was picking up a little and he had to put his hood from his jacket up over his head.
"He broke up with me," I replied, partially choked up.
He looked at me the way someone would look at a hurt puppy. "Bella, I'm so sorry." He went in for a hug but I pulled away. I liked the guy but all I really wanted was to be alone. The last thing I wanted was comfort.
He stuck his hands back into his pockets and walked along side me. We talked about the breakup for a little while. Eventually, the rain stopped and the sun began to break through the clouds. He took of his hood but I kept mine on. I wished it would have stayed raining, I enjoyed the feeling of gloominess.
Soon enough, we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. I made my way back home and shut the door behind me. I leaned against it and slid down until I was sitting on the ground. I propped my arms on my knees and pouted into my hands. I missed him so much.
I picked up my phone and flipped through the pictures we had together. I know this is something that's rather toxic of me to do, as it would only make me feel worse, but the pictures almost made me feel closer to him, like I could text him and he'd respond with calling me his 'Princess'.
My thumb accidentally went over the last picture I took of him. He looked so sweet and innocent, calling me Princess while we argued.
I thought back to earlier today. We were in the process of breaking up. He told me he "Only wanted to be friends," I disagreed. I knew what would follow, the texts would stretch out to a reply every few hours, then every few days until eventually they just never text you back. You, then, never hear from them again.
I told him I'd been through this same cycle too many times and didn't want it to happen again. He insisted it would be nothing like that.
I felt a rage inside of me, the years of torture, reliving every single relationship I'd been in that had all ended the exact same way.
When I snapped back into reality, I looked down at the ground to find that he had been stabbed multiple times. I dropped the knife in my head and fell to my knees, what the hell had I just done? I remember now, I took a picture of it to remind myself never to date again.
Love is something that is far too difficult to come by these days. There's so many dating apps out there that think they're pointing you in the right direction when, in reality, they are placing you back in the repeated cycle of try and fail again in keeping someone long term. It's just too difficult to find anyone these days that's a perfect fit.
The last few relationships I've been apart of have all ended in sadness, knowing that they don't want me in their lives as bad as I want to be in theirs. Why must finding a person be so much of a struggle?
I found myself walking along the sidewalk alone after another tough break up. This guy wanted told me he stayed because I was great in bed but left because my personality drew him away. What was that even supposed to mean? I continued to walk, the light dribble of rain coming down on me, as if my clothes weren't soaked enough by my tears. I was lost too far in thought of what I did wrong and how I could have changed things.
I know what you might be thinking, why don't I text him? The answer is simple, he's gone and never coming back.
I thought back to the good times we had, him taking me to a carnival and winning me a stuffed penguin in a game. Sure, he wanted to show off how good he was at games, but I slept with the penguin every night. I single tear rolled down my cheek, do I need to get rid of that too?
I heard a sound from behind me, footsteps? I turned around to see my ex's best friend, Greg. He was the kindest of all his friends. He'd be the one to check up on and comfort you if you'd had a bad day. I honestly hoped that he'd find a good girl so he didn't have to experience heart break after heart break like I had.
"What happened with you and James?" he asked. The rain was picking up a little and he had to put his hood from his jacket up over his head.
"He broke up with me," I replied, partially choked up.
He looked at me the way someone would look at a hurt puppy. "Bella, I'm so sorry." He went in for a hug but I pulled away. I liked the guy but all I really wanted was to be alone. The last thing I wanted was comfort.
He stuck his hands back into his pockets and walked along side me. We talked about the breakup for a little while. Eventually, the rain stopped and the sun began to break through the clouds. He took of his hood but I kept mine on. I wished it would have stayed raining, I enjoyed the feeling of gloominess.
Soon enough, we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. I made my way back home and shut the door behind me. I leaned against it and slid down until I was sitting on the ground. I propped my arms on my knees and pouted into my hands. I missed him so much.
I picked up my phone and flipped through the pictures we had together. I know this is something that's rather toxic of me to do, as it would only make me feel worse, but the pictures almost made me feel closer to him, like I could text him and he'd respond with calling me his 'Princess'.
My thumb accidentally went over the last picture I took of him. He looked so sweet and innocent, calling me Princess while we argued.
I thought back to earlier today. We were in the process of breaking up. He told me he "Only wanted to be friends," I disagreed. I knew what would follow, the texts would stretch out to a reply every few hours, then every few days until eventually they just never text you back. You, then, never hear from them again.
I told him I'd been through this same cycle too many times and didn't want it to happen again. He insisted it would be nothing like that.
I felt a rage inside of me, the years of torture, reliving every single relationship I'd been in that had all ended the exact same way.
When I snapped back into reality, I looked down at the ground to find that he had been stabbed multiple times. I dropped the knife in my head and fell to my knees, what the hell had I just done? I remember now, I took a picture of it to remind myself never to date again.
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