It’s been months since I’ve talked to him. I was finally getting over him and here he comes back to me apologizing for everything. Me being me I forgave him because I love him. He didn’t destroy me. He cracked me and it hurt. He was the calm before the storm. Now as I see him in the halls all I can smell is his scent because now the calm is gone and the storm is hitting harder than before. The waves crashing on the shore. Dragging me in. He’s drowning me and I’m letting him because I’m tired of fighting. He found someone new. Someone prettier. Someone smarter. Someone funnier. Someone better than me in every way. No he won’t come back. If he ever did I would take him back because I’ll think maybe, it’ll be different this time. No it won’t It’ll be the same. Same old story. Same old wound ripped wide opened. He’s nothing special. Just a plain boy with brown hair and blue eyes. Oh my, his eyes. They cause you to sink deeper and deeper in the sea you are drowning in. I used to be able to walk around and not smell his scent but now it’s like that’s all I can smell. I can’t describe it except it’s him. I find so much pain and comfort in it. He could have been the love of my life but I was never enough for him from the start. I was a toy for him then he got bored and it was time to move on. I’m tired of laying on the ground cracked. So now many months later I’m healing and I’m moving on without him. He didn’t break me. He didn’t destroy me. Yea it felt like it at first but now I see that he just lightly cracked me because I gave him that power. Now the only thing he knows about me is that I’m happy without him. I was in love with the idea of love. I wanted it so bad to be love that I made it love when really it was just lust. He wanted someone to please ...
