Just another 'PTTR' oneshot... yes, I'm crazy. Don't hold it against me, please! I came up with the idea while I was making Anzac bisuits with my littlest brother. Don't know why- I put it down to the fact that story writing is overtaking my brain. Read and review, please!
Love Rhyleigh xoxox
He had fallen in love once.
Or so he thought.
It felt like his heart was snapped in half every time.
He could still hear her laugh; he could still see her smile, he could still see the sunlight capturing the blonde streaks in her hair. He thought she was the one, the entire duration of their friendship. He was the one who had thought she was everything, despite the warning signs.
It was like making a chocolate cake, like he was missing ingredients. Like using salt instead of sugar. Others could have been what he needed, but he chose that one. He couldn't see past the label.
She was perfect... but she wasn't.
From the start, he knew they couldn't make a chocolate cake. He needed sugar, and she was salt.
Carbo thought he was in love that one time. He had tried to make the chocolate cake.
But he had been wrong.
What he needed was sugar for his cake. You couldn't make one without all the ingredients.
Then he could have his cake... and eat it too.
Chrissy was an amazing person, but she wasn't the one.