Promises Broken.

This is Charlies thoughts, at age approx. 17, toward Wonka. No names are in the story however.

This one is taken from real life. I just got a job and cant see Travis as much as we would like, so I started to worry, and it turned into a story. Trav, its for you, like always, and lets not let it happen, m'kay?

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own ideas

How could you do this to me?

You told me you never would. You swore we'd be together forever. You gave me your word and a ring. And I believed you. I knew it seemed far fetched, but I know our love is real.

We started out alright, didn't we? I realized my love for you as more than just a teacher, and, to my surprise, you returned my feelings. We had an amazing few months. Falling in love. Staying up all night talking about nothing in particular. Seeing each other all the time.

But then it started to change. Due to circumstances neither of us could change we started seeing each other less. I had school, and you had work I couldn't yet help you with.

Oh it was fine at first. We saw each other less, but we still talked a lot. And when we did see each other it was normal. You promised it wouldn't change. But you were wrong. I knew you were wrong. I could feel it deep down. Yet I still believed you. I had no choice but to believe everything would work out.

That's when it really started. You started calling less and less until we barely every talked. We were drifting. You knew it and I knew it, yet we were powerless against it. We started seeing each other less because we couldn't take the sadness we saw in each others eyes.

Then you did it. You left. I'll never forget it, as long as I live. The day my world ended. You said you didn't want to be the reason I was unhappy.

But don't you see? You've done just what you didn't want to. By taking yourself away, you've made yourself the reason Im unhappy. You've made yourself the cause of all my pain.

Every day I see you. See you doing things we used to do together. Walking halls we used to walk arm in arm. And you feel my gaze on you and look up and our eyes meet and I see the emptiness in them that used to be filled with love for me. I know you see the same in mine, and it kills me. Every day I feel like more and more of me crumbles away.

They tried to warn me. Told me not to make you my world. I know you're not perfect. But you're my everything. I couldn't help it. You became my world. You still are my world. A world that's ending more and more every day.

Soon there'll be nothing left. Ill be nothing more than an empty shell. And there's nothing I can do.

What's going to happen when Im empty? Will I die? I cant imagine my caring at that point. Maybe only my soul will be gone, and Ill live on as a shell. No emotions or hope, just emptiness.

Is this what you left me with? You chose to just leave me to this because you didn't want to be the reason Im unhappy. You didn't want the blame, the guilt.

And what about you? Do you crumble inside when you see me, as I do when I see you? Will you become empty, just as I feel I will? Or did you just stop caring? Maybe you've forgotten me. Maybe you can move on. Be happy with someone else. I don't see how. I never could. But maybe I cared for you more than you cared for me. Maybe it wont kill you like its slowly killing me.

I just don't understand. How could something so perfect go so terribly wrong? How could you turn your back on me so fast? You told me you'd always be there.

That's what heartbreak is I guess. Promises broken.