Forget you? How the hell am I supposed to forget the person who was my last hope? I can’t forget your dull green eyes that used to light up when you talked to me. I can’t forget the way your voice sounded when you said you loved me, or they way you said my name. God, I love the way my name sounds coming from your mouth. I can’t forget staying up late, talking, laughing, enjoying each other’s company. I can’t forget the little inside jokes. I can’t forget your favorite flavor of chips or your favorite color or how you hate lotion. I can’t forget your favorite flavor of tea; I drink it everyday, but it’ll never satisfy me like you. I can’t forget how you look with your hair up, no makeup and a big t-shirt. You’re fucking beautiful. I can’t forget the person I’m madly in love with. I can’t forget you.
I’ll never forget the way you looked at me that made me feel so special. All the words you said to me that melted my heart, the way you put me before everything else. But also, I’ll never forget the way you tore me apart, the way you left me like it didn’t matter. I’m not sure which is worse, the fact that you destroyed me or the fact that I thought you never would.
He told me he loved me and I could never do that to someone."
“Do what exactly?” She asked
“Saying something like that and not mean it. And I guess that’s what makes it so hard for me to understand. I can’t believe someone could ever do that to me. Making me feel wanted and then just leave
I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I’m not naive. I know what it’s like to be completely broken, and I’m all too familiar with what it feels like to be hurt. I know what it’s like to see something funny and not laugh. I’ve been taken advantage of and used. My feelings have been blatantly disregarded. But I still believe that all people are good at heart. And my trust has not diminished. And to be honest, I hope it never does.