It's Another Love Story. I watch as you walk away from me. Leave me torn, scarred, broken. I watch as you leave everything that we have behind; replacing it with scrapes. What has become to us? I ask myself. "You know I'll really miss you," you said in your cute loopy handwriting. With that, I quickly replied, "Nah, I'll miss you more!" As I saw the piece of paper being passed back to you, my heart grips with fear. Would this be the last time I would see you? Would it? You smile, and I smile myself. The room just lit up. Ring! Goes the bell, and you stand, ever-so gracefully. I watch, transfixed, as you pass me, before dropping the paper at my desk. I stare at it for a few seconds before my face breaks out into a grin, hurriedly opening it. There, in the back, written in all huge, capital letters, are the words I've come to memorize. I'LL MISS YOU THE MOSTEST. Thinking about it now, tears sting my eyes, and I wonder if this was normal. Was heartbreak normal? I suspect it is so. But I have never known to feel it this way. My journal, containing writings by you, is tucked in and kept safely in a box under my bed. The Guess who? you wrote on my notebook has been smoothened out and tucked in. All those notes we passed, countless secrets and stories, have ever been embedded into my mind. It's funny. Life, love-it's funny. Funny how you can go from happiness to sadness by a few words. Sparks light up as your hand touched mine, and I couldn't help but notice your touch lingering for a few moments. Our chats go way back. Longer than even some of my closest friends. Passwords are exchanged, and soon, we have this "No-secrets" pact that we live by. But sadly, you are gone. How many miles? A thousand? Two thousand? And your back is fading, as the past year has finally become a memory. A blissful memory. We still do chat, almost every day, and you still give me your passwords. But it isn't the same. Who am I to keep track of you? Who am I to be prettier, better than those other girls who are definitely prettier; better? I don't regret it. I don't wish it never happened. I'm reminded about you every day, and occasionally, you cause the tears. But again, I'm happy it happened. Aside from making me a stronger person, the memories have been te best. The laughs; the inside jokes; the butterflies. I'm happy they happened. And I hope the sun shines, And it's a beautiful day. Something reminds you, You wish you had stayed. You can plan for a change, It whether and time, But I didn't plan on you, Changing your mind. <> I don't do good in love stories. Meh. Some of these (in fact all) are legit and factual. Lawlz. Bor. Ing. Blue Orange Red Indigo Neon Grey. Gursss.
I errr... Don't quite understand the story?You put what some people feel when they get broken up with into words?
@Royale: Not all people, lawlz. The last part, I stated that these are factual, which means they happened to me. So it's a true story.
One-shot? Screw it, I need to rant. -- I stare at the monitor, dumbfounded, then feeling of rejection enveloping me. It's fine, y'know. You don't need to reply to me. Insert sarcasm there. I sigh, and lean back on my bed, biting my lip slightly. Hadn't I been over this? All those night staying up; I thought I was through. Through with you and your poop. Through with you and your mind games. Through with loving you. Love. Was that the case? All those times you made me laugh so hard I could barely breath, was that love I was feeling? Maybe it was just one of those school crushes. I remember when you told me. I'm moving. It wasn't as simple as to another school, no, it had to be to another country. The pain was easy enough, did you have to damage it some more? I was there for you. All the girls that broke your heart, I was there to comfort you. When you wanted to play with someone's heart, I was there to stop you. Why? It hurt too much to see you sad because of someone you liked. "Someday, I'm going to make something for a girl. Made out of lightbulbs, and it's going to spell out, I LOVE YOU." you said to me one cloudy afternoon. I remember thinking it was the cheesiest, most romantic thing someone could do. I just said instead, "Really? To who?" You then laughed and said, "You." I stared at you stupidly, wondering if I have misread you. A couple of beats passed before you laughed nervously and added, "Kidding." I don't know if I breathed a sigh of relief; or sadness that day. It's hard. I told myself countless times, but I just can't stop. Every time we talk, even with long distance, you make me smile. Fall in love again. But sometimes, you backpedal, and end up breaking my heart again. Is this how it's going to come to be? Well, we're talking now, so let's just wait and see. -- Heeeeheeee. So yes, like I said, all of these are true. -.- Okayz, lawlz.