I got a strange feeling that morning when I looked at Kendall's sleeping features. Maybe something inside of me knew he was going to explode because of the way I acted. I sat up slowly, hoping not to wake him while I sighed. I woke up thinking about her again. Indeed, again. I didn't get how she destroyed everything I had, how she wanted to destroy everything I had. I didn't understand how she could be so selfish, not wanting to share me with anybody. It was almost two years ago I met her, everything was fine in the beginning and I was happy to have a best friend. But then he came into my life, Kendall, and in the beginning she didn't bother him. She just said he was a jerk, and sometimes she would call me a bitch that wasn't worth anything I had. Thinking about those words I let my fingers feel the scars on my arms.. I was stupid for believing her when she told me he was in love with the one I hated. I was stupid for thinking she cared about me, she just cared about having someone around. She didn't care about my feelings, or about the fact that I actually loved him. The fact that I believed her, and not him, didn't make anything easier. Kendall and I weren't close in the beginning, but after a month we started to be able to live around each other. I started to love him, he started to care about me. While I think about it, again, she was the one to make and break our relationship. She was the one that caused him to say I needed to get over her, but she also was the one that made sure I was acting like a spoiled bitch when it came to him. I really thought he hated me, with the strange relationship we got. Maybe we cared, maybe we didn't. I only knew I cared. The fact that Kendall and I had many fights, many times we would just ignore each other hurt me. That was what I was thinking when I felt a tear slip from my eye.
I don't know how long I was sitting like that, sobbing softly. "Morning babe," I felt his breath in my neck, his chin resting on my shoulder. "Morning," I said. He sighed. "Why can't you just forget about her? You know she isn't making anything easier, for both of us." I swallowed and turned around. I started to talk while looking into his green eyes. "I know she isn't making anything easier. But she just… makes me think about all that could be. About all we could be. She makes me think about how stupid I am for believing her, for cutting myself." He winced while I mentioned the cutting. "Sweetheart, I know she made a huge scar by acting that way. And I know it hurts if someone tells you someone else is better, but you need to stop thinking about what could be. Be happy with what you have now."
"Do I need to be happy to have a strange relationship with the guy I love, knowing that he'll just ignore me next week?"
He groaned. "Why do you think that?"
"Because that's how you act every single time, Kendall."
"Are you assuming you're perfect?"
"I am assuming that I'm causing trouble for everyone. I think you should stick with the ignoring. I'll only make your life like hell."
"You won't."
"I know I will."
"Shut up, Brooklyn! Really! Just stop it! Why are you doing this to yourself? And because of that bitch? She isn't even seeing how beautiful you are. Did she ever give you a compliment?"
I shook my head.
"Doesn't that say enough? I mean, seriously. She doesn't care about what you feel, she likes it to hurt you so she would get the attention! Did you forget she wanted to get me out of the way? That she told me about your problems only because she wanted me to hate you? " I started to cry harder and he just looked at me. He didn't open his arms, letting me in for a hug. He didn't wipe away my tears. He sat there, letting me cry. After I was sobbing again, he finally hugged me. "I promise you, we'll get over her... Together. And I won't ignore you next week. We'll work this out." He placed soft kisses on my cheek, creating a line towards my lips. Then he hesitated a bit, before finally kissing me on the lips. "I love you, and I love the way you are. I love your brown eyes, I love your dimples and I love your lips. I even love the scars on your arm, and the birthmark on your left breast. I know I was being stupid, ignoring you like that and making you think I loved the girl more than you.. I can guarantee you it won't happen again. I'll teach you how to trust again, how to love again. How to love me." That was the sentence that made me realize there was more in life than her. There was so much more to do without her around, maybe being without her would make the world a better place for me to live.
I know I already had uploaded this story, but I accidently deleted my two stories.. So I re-posted this one because this was my first story ever.