his words are what kept her alive, they allowed her to feel comfort in the worst of times.
when he left, she then understood the meaning of the quote,
“you only miss someone/something when it’s gone.”
she never thought she would ever miss him,
because most of the time he was a complete ******* to her,
but she never thought of just how much she actually loved him.
she was in love with him, well,
with his words (something she thought was impossible).
she never believed in love,
she went through too much heartbreak,
but ever since he entered her life with his sweet, luscious words
all she could think about was how much she loved him.
she never told her friends about him, well she had no friends,
so who would she even tell?
she had no one to talk to and tell her secrets to;
over a period of time, he became that person.
she eventually gained the courage to tell some acquaintances about him,
but all they did was hate and tell her that he didn't love her
because he could never love someone like her.
‘someone like her’ what was that supposed to mean?
(she knew exactly what it meant).
it meant that he could not love a girl as ugly, boring and fat as she was.
but that was her opinion of herself, along with some other ignorant *******.
however, he never saw of her as any of that.
he saw her as a perfect, beautiful princess
who only deserved the right guy to come into her life and love her.
he was determined to be that guy for her,
he never wanted her to feel unimportant when around him
and he ensured that she felt protected at all times.
he knew what it felt like to be ill-treated and to feel out of place
and he vowed to himself that he would never make someone feel that way.
he promised to always be there for her (whether needed or not).
every night she stared at her ceiling,
asking herself whether she truly loved this guy or if this was infatuation.
‘it’s probably infatuation,’ she said to herself.
she never believed in love, and she didn't want to start now,
but somehow she couldn't help it.
there was something different about this guy,
he wasn't like everyone else, he was like no one she had ever met in her life.
but just because he’s so different,
doesn't mean that he can introduce her to love and make her believe,
does it? (she didn't think so).
everyone saw them and all they did was criticize them
about how they were not a match because he was the hot **** and she was the fat nerd.
he didn't seem to care, but she couldn't help it.
every night she prayed to a god she never thought existed
and asked him to help her get over this guy.
she couldn't deal with all the additional criticism
and she couldn't deal with the trust issues she struggled with.
throughout their entire time being together,
she couldn't find herself to fully trust him.
he was the hot guy that every girl wanted
and she was the nerd absolutely no one knew existed until now.
whenever a girl approached him and hugged him,
she would feel uneasy because she would wonder whether he would leave her for that girl.
no matter how many times he reassured her that he only loved her,
she couldn't find herself to truly believe him.
he’s not the type of guy who’s sweet.
the hot jocks are usually the jerks, not the loving, romantic ones,
but he’s different, he’s not a ****. but why would he fall for her?
she’s not even attractive. she’s nothing.
he’s everything. they aren't what would be seen as ‘fit for each other’.
he is a poet, not a very popular one, but his words are what keep her alive and they forever will. she hates the drunk who crashed into his car, killed him.
she wishes to hunt him down and cause him the excruciating pain he caused her,
but she knows it won’t be healthy.
it’s better for her to try to get over the fact that he (the love of her life) is dead.
and although that will be the most difficult thing she has ever done in her life,
she is glad his words are still alive and will continue to be to keep her intact with life. //