My story.
Where do I begin? Normally people would say at the beginning, but what if the story has no beginning or the beginning has been forgotten. What if every lie is the beginning and truth is the ending, would that complicate life? Or would it be understandable. Confusion is humans main language. Before we speak we confused whether we should or not. Before we say our words our minds are confused whether it's right or wrong. This confusion is accepted if not said, but when uttered is a disgrace. But a disgrace to who actually? Is it a disgrace to those who assume you understand or to yourself for being naturally confused. Anyway that is not the story. My story is dumber and simpler then that. It's the typical boy meets girl, girl meets boy. Okay, its not that simple cause it now sounds stupid. Let me spice it up, maybe you will be able to identify too much spice. He was or should I say is a normal yet complex rubix cube. I could read him till I thought I was smart enough to scrabble him up and set him back again. Yet he has one flaw, a flaw that made him smell like garbage. This flaw was, that he lived flings, loved flings, is flings. His cube had a missing part. The red part. It was all black. Even when questioned his master mind was quick to come up with lies. How we met is forgotten yet lied about. We told the world that we met at school, but what if we didn't. We told them we liked each other. Yet we couldn't drink water without telling one another. The beginning was forgotten. My biggest flaw that he could see is that, I lived love, I love love and I was built on pieces of a buttered heart. Yet I remained with him. He would shoot fireworks of heartaches yet I would smile and pretend I'm not choking on the smoke. He would slice my buttered heart yet I would smile and say you would be a great butcher.. He never understood me and I always let that slide. I was a continuous joke and he the comedian. What was left of me at the end was truth. That no matter what, I am willing to go through it all till I find my Valentine. The world called me crazy. I was confused, am I crazy for believing or crazy because I am strong. I'm made with love. Something unbreakable. No one can take that away. Even He, couldn't