Loving You
Love is something I'm really not accustomed to. It's something I'd never experienced until I saw you.
Before we met, every single girl I came into contact with meant nothing; neither did anything we shared together, whether it was an actual relationship or just a one night stand. To be honest, I can hardly recall any of their names.
I had felt so good back then. I was tough, a real man, and no one could take that away. Women were kind of like accessories to me, not mates. Love was for sissies, for soft guys such as DJ or Owen or all the rest of them. People like me just weren't supposed to feel those sort of strong emotions. Most of my kind aren't able to.
But then I met you, my Princess. I could feel myself falling a little more each day, and I faintly remember trying to resist, though that seemed pointless. And it definitely was. Because, eventually, I went past the point where I could still pretend I didn't feel something towards you. I couldn't pretend it was nothing more than hate. I couldn't pretend I didn't love you.
And I hated myself for it. It killed me inside to know that I loved you, that I couldn't stop myself from loving you, from caring for you. I didn't want to love you, but then again I guess I must have wanted to. I must have wanted to know how it felt to love someone, or else I wouldn't have fallen in love in the first place. Confusing, right?
Because that is how it is for me. Extremely confusing. Love is like rocket science for me; I don't know how any of it works or what to do. You probably feel something kind of similar, don't you? Please tell me you do, then I won't feel so alone in all this.
I wish I could turn back the clock, to save us both. There's no turning back though. I know I'm going to love you forever. And I know I will hate myself for as long as I live because of that.
But at least I'll get to love you.
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I know that was really short, but I think was okay. Better than my last one, in my opinion. Please review!
