The Pain I felt inside could be unbearable; some kind of mixture with sorrow and guiltiness on it. guilty for lying to my friends and family, yet sad because I knew that because of him I would fight against all I'd ever known and believed in... but what could I do? My love could be stronger than any other feeling.

my feelings grew colder as I walked out the door and my heart would break with every beat it took.

I tried and hold my tears back; exactly as my desire to turn around and talk, hold him really close to me... and kiss him.

"hey..." said his voice behind me, it made my blood run faster than ever.

"y-yes?" I said pretending to keep my voice as steady as i could, yet it sounded broken.

"I need to talk to you." he said.

i turned around looking straight into his eyes... his dark chocolate brown eyes... those eyes that i loved...

"sure... what do you need?" i said with a voice that sounded a little more calm.

"it really hurts me that you don't trust me... and how you believe in what everyone says but you don't trust me at all." he said really fast.

"oh... well... excuse me for not trusting you!" i said looking into his eyes...

Those eyes I'd love to punch! I thought

"see! there you go again!" he shouted.

"oh now I'm the one who's a jealous, manipulative, ungrateful person?" i shouted even louder and walked away from him furious and irritated.

"i never said ungrateful!" he stopped for a second and took a big breath, "oh, but you probably got that from someone else!"

i hesitated in what i my lips wanted to say, but i didn't cared anymore, the anger and bitterness burned and rushed though my veins they were made with ice and fire was running though them.

"yes! i did got that from someone else! i got it from that little girlfriend you where hiding from me and everybody else!" my hands shacked furiously and my tears falling of anger.

when i looked around i realized that we were outside of the building already and people stared at us with no discretion.

"what did you said?" he asked looking puzzled.

"i found out about her two weeks ago... we talked..."

i said with the wind dancing though my black hair. now he understood what i meant.

"baby, that's a lie..." yet he still denies it! i thought

"don't call me baby, i don't believe you anymore... how can I?" i cried.

he looked at me like a child that got grounded with not toys to play for the rest of the year. I won't be a toy, not anymore... but i still loved him with all of my heart and soul. why love had to be so painful and crazy... it drives me insane i thought.

"you still love me... i can see it in your eyes..."

"if i do, it's my problem, not yours." i snapped; walking away and looking for someone that would take me home... away from him.

"i love you..." he said slowly.

i felt so mad, betrayed, and bitter... so before he could continue with his little speech i stopped and looked him straight into his eyes.

"that sounds like a personal problem to me, and believe me, i don't care about it."

once someone hurts you that much... you stop caring about what they feel.

After my last words to him, i turned around and walked away; that could be the least i could do.

hours turned into days, days into weeks, and weeks into months...

I could never understan why this happened, but i guess i never tried.

now i remember that day, and i realice that i didn't loved him, because while holding on to someone my heart got broken.

love shouldn't be that way.