Her superman

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Part 1

Submitted: August 11, 2012

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Our story like many others is untold and unknown, but like most we met, we loved, we lost. This in a way is everyone’s story. This story was not to be repeated only to be told between us, I guess in a way we started in a lie, or as I would like to take it a secret for only us two to know. This is more of a therapeutic sense, you see I just lost the love of my life, but what am I supposed to know about love I am only 21 and she still 17 almost 18 in 7 more days. How I would have loved to hold her close in that day, see her smile, hear her laugh, even be with her when she’s angry. I always loved that about her I guess she got angry over little things, but I liked what happened when we were done arguing. We would apologize, well I would, and tell each other that we love each other. When something begins you only think of the future not on how this one thing that is holding you together might end. We were never the kind to have a song, but in a way I would say we did. I am listening to it now, hearing it over and over again until it stops making me think of her and having the thoughts of us that were taken, memories that never happened. Things ended just a few hours ago, I shed a tear but not yet a river which I know will come soon enough. I am still hoping to get a text from her telling me she loves me, that she didn’t mean what was said, but the thing is that she did. We have broken up many times like most relationships our age I would like to think. Our story had not yet begun and it is already over. Our eternity lasted 15 months and sixteen days by each other’s side. I may not have kept every conversation like she did, but I kept all the memories in my head. The word memories bring tears to my eyes but I do not let them drop even though I want them to so badly. I am not one that is good with words even though she said I was, but I guess everyone is a poet when they are in love. I would have loved her for a year today, but I kept it from her as a birthday gift unable to give it to her again this year. She just texted me saying I hope not drunk but in bad writing “I juft csnt ficking belivr this shit id haooening to mw seuth my lifr is over” by the way I think it would be nice to mention my name is Seith at the moment. That’s my name by the way Seith, the name that attracted her to me a little over two years ago. That’s how it all started. She thought it was an interesting name and I didn’t allow anyone to call me that name other than my mother. She quickly changed that and called me by my name which is pronounced sigh-eeeth. I loved the way she said it how it slipped off her tongue and made her laugh and smile even though I couldn’t see it. I don’t know why I’m writing this now, but in a way I am hoping she reads this someday. So I can remember the emotion I had at the age of 21 and maybe see if it has changed. So this is the story of us as I bet so many people write about your own relationships but I had the feeling to voice mine. If you ever see this I love you snowflake.


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