The truth is...

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The truth is...

Status: Finished

The truth is... The truth is...

Short Story by: Cottonwalls

Genre: Romance

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Short Story by: Cottonwalls

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Genre: Romance

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Summary

He would put the stuff on everything, in the morning it's on his eggs, at lunch it's in his sandwhich and at dinner he puts it on top of his mac n' cheese as a "crunchalousdocious topping". He would make his cornflake-eggs disaster in the morning when I was sitting on the counter in my American Apparel .......

Summary

He would put the stuff on everything, in the morning it's on his eggs, at lunch it's in his sandwhich and at dinner he puts it on top of his mac n' cheese as a "crunchalousdocious topping". He would make his cornflake-eggs disaster in the morning when I was sitting on the counter in my American Apparel .......

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Submitted: May 29, 2014

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Submitted: May 29, 2014

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The truth is, that we are just selfish creatures. Love is not only to give, but is the most rewarding feeling for yourself. We would do anything for our loved ones in return of their smiles. Their smiles make us happy. So really,we need to see them smile to indicate our happiness. Hence, the real reason why we crave our loved ones, simply is for our own benefit.

But what if he wants somebody else. That he would be happier without you so he is moving in with that slut? If you would truly love him, would you leave him alone? Or would you knock on the door in the pouring rain and ask for one "last time"? Won't you always love somebody forever and ever no matter what? And you're probably not smiling anymore- so because of youf unhappiness, does that make you not-selfish in a way?

The truth is, I don't understand it myself because love is a complicated thing. 

The truth is he hates my meatloaf, he really likes cornflakes. It's kinda ridiculous.

He would put the stuff on everything, in the morning it's on his eggs, at lunch it's in his sandwhich and at dinner he puts it on top of his mac n' cheese as a "crunchalousdocious topping". He would make his cornflake-eggs disaster in the morning when I was sitting on the counter in my American Apparel underpants stiring our strange breakfast. He would lightly tap his fingers on my thighs, durmming to the beat of "Vertigo" by U2. 

He would then gently pull my lushious hair at the back of my ears. For some strange reason, he really liked my ears. He would then kiss me everywhere. I believe there wasn't one part of my body that he had missed. 

He would always chew gum when he would cook. He used to be morbidly obease when he was younger, but now his body was pretty much perfect. He said it was his little "secret" for his "wacktabulous weightloss". We kissed and he exchanged his minty mentol gum to me. He put on cheeky grin.

He would always smell the same. A little bit of beer, sweat and lemongrass with some spicy herbs in the mix. It turned me on like crazy. I loved him so dearly. He was mine and I was his. He was truly my possesion, he was in my inventory. I felt a part of him, I would not be able to be myself without his existance. There is just one problem...

The truth is, these are all lies. 

And I have never been in love before. 


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