You know what it was about him? Before I even go to know him, before I had the chance to sit and contemplate if this is what I want, who I wanted, I already made him my half; a little while after, he became my whole. He fed me with his words & knew what he was doing. I am certain he loved me & I know I was once his everything… but I also knew when he fell out of love. I still chose to keep him close because I already made this guy who once meant NOTHING, everything. I didn’t, I couldn’t imagine losing him even though he was already lost. The thing with young love is, once you’ve had a taste of it, you assume, ” this is it” “he’s the one”. Naive & Young, you get your heart broken. The heartbreak everyone warned you about, but you chose not to listen because to you they meant everything. To me, he was my oxygen, I never had to worry about drowning. You see, I still talk about him like it’s still about him, but in reality, I just want someone to understand that I carry this pain with me. The pain where it felt like he died but he didn’t. Where you felt your heart falling apart and to you, it felt as if you buried them 10ft down to the ground. I want someone to tell me that it’s okay to experience this type of heartbreak, that I will forget because when I close my eyes all I see is flashbacks and I wake up screaming… and my worst fear of all is that the one thing I was once certain of, I’m finally drowning & I can’t catch my breath.
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