By: Nicole ArzadonSleepless nights, remembering what they were once before. Remembering the boy who took her breath away for the very first time, she saw his picture in her old wallet. She wastes half the nights in sighs and tears, trying to figure out ways to get him back, but she deemed it impossible. He’s long gone and out of her reach. He doesn’t love her anymore. She’s slowly dying inside, but on the outside she pretends to be happy in fear of losing him even more.
Every song reminds her of him and every time she talks to him, her heart feels as if it had just been stabbed a thousand times with a sharp knife. He thinks she’s happy. She can’t stop thinking about him; every second of her day revolves around him. She keeps wondering if he’s feeling the same way, if he can’t get her off his mind too and most of all, what he would do, if she would die. She tells herself she’s crazy and that he only cares for her in a friendly way now. But the girl keeps hoping for more. She keeps hoping he’ll come back to her someday. She just wishes that day was soon. Because she doesn’t know how long she can keep pretending. It’s making her fall faster. Every night she revises in her head all the words that they said. She bursts out into tears because she wants him back so badly but he’s forgotten her and he is in a relationship. He flirts with her as if nothing happened and still calls her “babe” like he has not broken her heart. He lies that he loves her, though he really didn’t mean it anymore. She tells herself he’s not worth it, that she shouldn’t love him anymore, but no matter what she does, she’s still in love with him. He’s all she cares about. She’d even take a bullet for him. She would do anything for him, even though he let her down, even if he lied and broke her heart, she still think that he is amazing, that he is the best and that no one could ever compare to him. Her friends think she’s insane to love someone who hurts her so much, but she’s never felt that way. Her heart breaks every moment she thinks of him but it is repaired every time she is reminded of the hope that someday they’ll be together again. She won’t let go.
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