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Love Story


18 Jun, 2012 11:39 PM

Isn't it funny how people think they know you? They think they know every single thing about you and your feelings. How it will effect you, how you'll feel after they say it to you. They don't realize what they're doing to you. It's almost funny, but not quite. Everybody says how girls are vicious and mean, and it's true. I once read in a book that women have their trays of sharp pointy tools, like at the dentist office. But I have a better analogy. It's like getting stabbed in the heart with a knife. Only it doesn't hit the heart right away. It gets deeper every day by milimeters.

The blood that pours out are the tears that are emptied into the pillow late at night when no one's listening. The deeper it goes, the more you start to think about killing yourself. Once it reaches the heart, you've gone and killed yourself without realizing it, blinded by the pain. There comes a point in your life when you have to decide if you're going to listen to what people tell you. I chose not to. Even so, you retain some of the hurt.

A girl doesn't ever forget. She doesn't forget the time you asked why she didn't sit with the other girls. When you told her that you thought all girls were friends. When you wouldn't ask her to dance with you. Why you never even asked if she was okay when she was crying. Girls remember all the stuff you've ever said. How you could make her laugh just by saying a sentence or a word. How you would laugh and joke around with her like she was just another girl.
I don't know why I like you. I didn't even know I liked you, at least not until now. But I know there was never any chance for me. Ever.
You were too cool. I was just an awkward girl who would die rather than admit to the idiot across the aisle that he was hurting her. Who would have thrown herself off a bridge instead of telling anyone how much she hated being made fun of, how much it hurt. You never saw the hurt in my eyes as yet another girl stepped all over me with iron-shod feet. The pain I screamed into my pillow, late at night when everyone else was asleep. You never saw. Not once.
I could almost hate you for it.
But I don't.

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Sandra Martinez says:
30 Nov, 2012 03:38 PM

Im Glad Thaat Other People Are Happy To Haave Someonee Too Lovee iHaave Nothinqq Left . The Person i So Called Love Aint By Me Side . And Ofcourse It Hurts . Knowinqq ' Thaat Otheer Females Miqqht Be All Oveer Him . iMiss Him Soo Much !Sometimes i Cry Out Of No Wheere . Mee Tears Were Likee Bullets . Theey Run Down With Agony . iJust Wish He Would Come Baack . And If He Givee Mee A Chance iCould Lovee Em' Right /,

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Briana says:
02 Dec, 2012 08:21 PM

I agree with the first part i hate how everyone things they know everything about me like exuse me no u dont

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judith says:
14 Apr, 2014 01:33 AM

please you should start writing more :) i loved it

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Lexiiii says:
07 Aug, 2014 02:41 AM

I cried during this. I'm so unhappy right now it's ridiculous. I cry randomly too and everytime I see this guy I used to be really close to that I love my heart just feels better. But I have tried to ignore my feelings I've spent a summer away and when I thought they were startin to dull they shapened again. It's really painful to even think about how much I love him. This sounds so sappy. But it's horrible because I can't even talk to him without being a nervous wreck and he notices. I'm just so.. Ugh I don't even know what to do about it anymore. He smiled at me the other day and instead of me smiling back it was like biting my lip terrified and looking away shaking my leg like a nervous wreck as I usually am. Ugh

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