He broke it. He smashed it into pieces and threw it on the ground. How? How can he do this? I loved him. I shed tears every night with his name engraved on the crystal clear droplets. My heart now has a scar labeled in his name. Why? Why did he leave? I told him. I told him I loved him. Did he love me back? No. He left, in a heart beat. And I can tell you when I'm near him my heart beat fast. Real fast. He makes me feel like I'm on air and my heart just flips. When I first saw him it was like a dream. A fairytale come to life from a book. I was obsessed. But as I got to know him and learn about him I grew out of the obsession and started to love him. How? I have no clue. It was almost as if I was slowly falling and I never knew that I was.
He was everything to me. On that night I learned that maybe I was something to him. Maybe. All he said was thank you. That's all. Just a Thank you. It was two simple words but it made me think for a second that he actually cared. I told him I loved him that night. The last time I was able to see him. It doesn't matter. He doesn't really care. He left. He's gone. But from everything that I've learned, is that…he may have left my sight but he never left my heart. I guess I still love him…even after all the tears. All the pain and the waiting. My heart still yearns for him. My mind is telling me that he left because his revenge was most important to him. His life was based on that one person. I should have asked him. I should have asked him what would happen after he managed to kill his brother. Would he come back? Would I allow him too? Would I allow him to reach my heart again? I might. No. I won't. After he put me threw all that pain I won't let him back in…I won't. Who am I kidding? Who am I trying to prove? I'll always allow him back in. He will always be in my heart. I locked him in and he can't escape. He can't. Not him. Although every time I cry my mind is telling me to forget about him. Don't ever love him. But my heart tells me to love. Love him like he loves me back. It's a hard decision. To forget the person that made you cry…or to keep on loving him until there are no more tears left. But I can never forget him. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get him out. His face, his voice, and the memory that he left behind. I've tried so hard. But I guess he will remain my one and only true love.
I got bored. So. I wrote this. I know it's probably pointless and stuff...but... hey. It's worth a shot putting it on here. >.