The Boy Who Didn't Want Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

The hardest thing to get over is our happiness. We were incredibly happy. At least I was. If he wasn't he was really good at faking it. It's almost as if he fell out of love. I can't stop myself from remembering, that first time he told me he was in love with me. I was so ecstatic. I wanted to scream with joy. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach wanting to fly out my mouth. We were standing on top of a hill in Kenora, a gorgeous blue and pink sky above us. It was almost as pretty as him. Almost. A perfect evening. I'm tearing up just remembering how beautiful I felt we were in that very moment. Everyday I was with him I woke up in excitement. How could I not? Having him, my protector, sleeping next to me. Since we've separated I won't sleep with the lights off. I don't know what I'm afraid of exactly. I just can't get over how quickly it all played out. We were together and then we were not. We were laughing and then he suddenly didn't get the joke. He didn't want to fight for me. He threw us away. I think what kills me the most, what makes my stomach feel so sick is how happy he is. He's run off with her again, the girl that will never love him the way I do. I'm not even a thought in his pretty little head. I do believe though, at that moment in the summer, when we were standing on that hill, and maybe a few other moments too; he thought he loved me. I doubt he ever did though. It's so insane, the thought of how different each of our outcomes have been. I was something to occupy his time, while I'm here lost in hopeless love. With a boy who didn't want me.

Submitted: February 07, 2018

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