Once


He loved me. Once. We meet when I was sixteen years old and everything was magical.

Every day there was something new to share, discover, and laugh at. As time moved on so did, we.

We matured, graduated, got into college, became adults. But with the good comes the bad, and my oh me did that hurt like getting punched in the gut. I never thought someone who loved me so much could hurt me the most.

I had no expectations of what was to come or the hurt that would be thrown on my shoulders to carry. He didn’t understand, but just thought I was a messed up girl with daddy issues.

“Don’t let them make you into something you are not!” snap out of it was his favorite phrase and every time he used it, I crumbled inside. He still loved me, but there was a distance that kept us apart.

With the decline of my health I could see that he was only getting further and further away. The more I dealt with my problems the more we argued and fought and created a new drama that I couldn’t handle. It wasn’t until he left that I realized that he too was dealing with the same thing I was he just couldn’t talk about it, because he wasn’t ready to open the door to the demon he so desperately just put out. I will always love him, but it will never be the same.





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