“From the day we met, I knew I’d hurt you eventually”
he said, holding my hand. Staring at me with these deep blue, totally get lost in, gorgeous eyes.
“I’m not your savior” I replied.
“So why, if you knew this, did you still let me fall in love with you?”
“I’ve loved you from the moment I met you and I couldn’t not get to know you, I could not lie about my feelings. I will always love you, but I’ve got a pretty hard manual. I was lost till you found me.” his pretty blue eyes were tearing up. Better to see this does hurt him too. I don’t want to be the only one with puffy eyes.
“I’m not your savior! I’ve told you this before and you did it anyway. I’d say you’re just very selfish. How do I know for sure if all the promises you’ve made me will hold?” I started walking around the room. He kept sitting on my bed, like a sick but very cute puppy. I could see I hurt him with my words but honestly, I didn’t care. He had broken my heart, he had hurt me bad.
He was having a relationship next to being with me every other weekend. I’d found out by the messages she’d sent me. Hateful messages, about how he never loved me. How he’d want to start a family with her. I’ve been trying for years but he said we weren’t ready. First we needed to move in together, build a life together and he kept putting that off. And now I know why.
“You can pack your things and leave” I called, before I walked out. A nighttime walk would do me good. Clear my mind. To clear my mind of him would be difficult, but something I could manage. Clearing my heart of him? That would be a challenge. It will probably never happen. He has a piece of me and I’m not ready to let that part die yet. I’m only 25, maybe he’ll decide he wants me after all.
Maybe he’ll be home, waiting for me, with flowers and sorry’s. I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but I do. I rush home. Only to find him gone. His key on the table. And a note with only a heart.
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