The perfection of her creation
The sex she slipped into my coffee
The way she felt when she first saw me
Hate to love and love to hate her
Like a broken record player
Back and forth and here and gone
And on and on and on and on...
She said goodbye. I had to take it. Whatever made her happy made me happy, yet as I stand here and think about her happiness I only wish that I was the reason she was happy. I don't know what to do. Summer has arrived and I'm free as a bird. Harry and the other lads from school are enjoying their single lives, yet here I am wanting to be with her. Someone who doesn't want me anymore. All I can do is move on, but I refuse to even if she's already three steps ahead. I'd rather be alone than to be with someone else. She is my world.
I may only be 16, but I've already set my heart on her. These memories of her, I'll cherish forever. To death. I say it again, to death.
As the floor creaked, I turn to my side and clutch the edges of my blanket tuggin it up beneath my arms. I dream of the bittersweet memory that began to creep up on me.
