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Saturday, 18/04/2015
How it all started.

This is how our story began.
I still remember it like it was yesterday. ****, it feels like yesterday. I always felt this sense of comfort, this great feeling of openness when talking to you. I found comfort in hearing your voice. It was like you were with me that night, lying next to me. It was like I could feel you holding me.
You were the first person I ever truly told my feelings to. For some reason that I will never know, I have always been one to guard my emotions. I do it simply because I cannot bear getting hurt or judged. People often misunderstand me and think I do not feel deeply because I don't like to express with words. Trust me, I feel deep. I don't overthink, but what I feel physically impacts me. It affects me in ways it won't usually affect others. It affects me deep down in my very gut.
Telling you how I really felt was not only a big thing for me, but it was something that I had been so scared to do. But you made it... easy. Effortless. The words slipped out of my mouth with a smile on my face, and when I heard you say it back, I melted.
I was exhausted, but my heart was racing. I felt such a great feeling of euphoria, it was really and truly crazy. I lay in bed feeling like I had won a marathon, climbed a mountain, surfed a great wave. Just because I knew, at that very moment, that I had you.
Each hour flew by. I couldn't believe how late it was getting but I just didn't want to stop hearing your voice. There were times where I actually drifted in and out of sleep because I just felt so... content, that you were still there on the other line. That when I whispered your name you would always respond.
Saying goodnight to you was a long procedure because none of us wanted to hang up. I hated the thought of not hearing you, even if it was the complete silence of you sleeping. Because at least you would still be there. It happened eventually though, and I lay awake afterward just thinking of the future and endless possibilities between us. I could not comprehend how everyone's predictions was about to take place. I couldn't understand how it had finally happened.
I will never forget that night. It was, so far, one of the best night's of my life. To find out that someone you had liked, someone you always had your eye on, cared about, thought of constantly, actually returned the favour... Nothing is better.
It is such a good memory, and I wouldn't have wanted it to be with anyone else but you.

So that is how our story began. Our little love story.

And then, like all love stories,
It ended.
I'm so sorry
I didn't mean to hurt you
but the pain was to much
and I just wanted it to stop
to let up
to let me go
I'm so sorry
that I caused you pain
I wil try harder next time
I'm sorry sweetheart
Because I am terrible at using my words,
I often intervene with body language.
But I will never be able to say through an embrace
"I love you,"
"don't leave me,"
and
“won't you please stay?”
if all you do is continuously silence me
each time you pull away.


*v.g
Actions do have the tendency to speak louder than words.
I've realized that happiness is nothing more than a decision you make.
You control it. You should let nothing else control it besides your own beautiful mind.
34 days
And I still go to sleep thinking about you.

34 days
And I still wake up thinking about you.

34 days
And I still can't seem to shake the memory of you away.
I still dream of you.
How ******* frustrating! I can't escape you! You're in my thoughts constantly throughout the day, and you haunt me in my sleep.
I dream of you, of us still together and it kills me because it just seems so real.
You probably don't even think of me as much as I think of you. You don't even want to know how much I actually think of you. I still worry about you constantly, I still care about you, and it breaks me.
It breaks me.
It breaks me because I have to pretend I don't care. It breaks me because I have to pretend that I'm fine.
You were the first person who I loved. The first person who held me, who loved me. I can't let go of you that easily.
I just need to escape you and I don't know how.
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