First, a false love. I was used as beard, to tell a lie, unbeknownst to me. For a year and a half, I told that lie. From June 14, 2007, to December 8, 2008, his lie was told, until he opened the closet and slammed me in the face with the door.
Then, the worst possible choice. I told myself I had fallen in love. There was hope for me. I was ignored, until I dressed as Trish of DMC. Then he paid attention. He had given me false hope. I had just started to get over him. And then the kiss on the forehead. I refused to wash that area of my forehead too much. It was only after I did that I saw how stupid I had truly been. I'm convinced to this day that he cursed me. I foolishly laid my heart open for him, and he used that against me.
Time after time, I fall again, only to find them finding interest in their own gender, or to find that they are already involved (for what seems like years). How pathetic am I to even consider an online relationship? I don't even know if he's 17 or telling the truth about anything else.
That is my tale. It is like most other love stories. Love, conflict, but no "happily ever after".
Not for me.
 Cooley Fair · Fri Aug 14, 2009 @ 12:19am · 1 Comments |
