So Sick

Small Vent;

He told her that he was high when he asked me out. He told me he didn't know what he was doing when he asked me out. He said it wasn't me, It was him. He told her that he broke up with me because everyone said I was too young. He told me I was a princess. His princess. He lied. I believed. I though he was different. From cuddling during a movie to walking the town square. He kissed my head and that gave me the best kind of high. I felt wanted. I felt like I was special to him. Now I hide my pain with this fake smile acting like I'm happy when ever I walk by him but in reality; I'm broken. I miss him and the sick part is; I still feel like I love him. We talked for a month and a half before dating. I've known him for two years. He told me he loved me and that he'd never been so happy. He said he wanted to kiss me but he never really kissed anyone before. I told him I would take back my first kiss just for him. I meant every single word I told him; Pouring out my heart and emotions. He was 15. I was 13. We walk by each other and make eyes contact; But the feeling that used to be love towards him; Changed to rejection. I wasn't afraid of falling in love; I was afraid of not being loved back. Every time I see him; I feel an empty void in my stomach and want to cry. He liked her; Not Me. We dated a week but it was the best. He would wake up an hour before 5:30, when I woke up just to tell me "Good morning sweetie; Have a great day at school."

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