There was a thousand ways to say it he supposed. But only one would be the right one. His relationship with her hadn't been easy, but it had been true. He had really loved her at some
point. Though it was hard now to recall what it felt like, he did still know that he HAD felt it at some point. Love, a treacherous word. He hated it. He hated it for what it had done to him. For
what it had done to them both. Cause in his lifetime there had only been one girl who truly loved him. One girl who could see past his, to most girls, not very… charming appearance. She
could even see some sort of beauty inside of him. Until one day… she didn't love him anymore. Never again was he aloud to pull his fingers through her long dark hair. Never again could he
stare into does forest green eyes and get a pleasant look full of warmth and joy, followed by a bright smile. Never again… He wasn't even aloud to touch her. Whenever she saw him, she
just turned her heel and walked away. He didn't even get an explanation. Just a cold, bitter look. Maybe that was what drove him to do the things he did. The knowledge that the only girl
that had ever loved him… loved him no more. And he might not ever find anyone, who will ever love him like that again. Unconditionally. Just for the person he is. One thing he did know for
sure was… that he would never love anybody like that again. Cause no girl in the world could ever measure up to the only girl he'd ever loved… that, on the plus side, loved him back. No
one could ever come close to that dear, once, wonderful girl. But atleast he could take with him the memory that once somebody had loved him just for him. And her name was Lola.