When Harry Met Sally, then Harry Became A P***k...
This little love story they say, sounds a lot like others. But to me it doesn't. Coming from a broken home, abuse and neglect, why does everyone treat me different? I fell in love, it seemed to be, because no other feelings I had for other guys came close to this one. He said he only liked me as a friend. But after a while it seemed to be different. He asked me out, and we were happy. For a while it seemed like it can do anything; our love.
But he always had school work, and broke up with me because of it. Even though I could have helped him, he still refused.
Now I'm here hoping for my chance.
I could tell you more but what's the point? You'll go, "Oh poor So & So, she's heart broken."
The truth is I can't tell the whole story, because it cannot be expressed.
The truth is people are supposed to prepare you for everything. To get back on the horse and move on. But really? Why can't we? Is it something in us that we feel like everything is too extreme? That we can, and we see we can but it stops us anyway?
Everyone mentions what experiences feel like. But when pain comes into play, it's almost unbeareable to describe.
The memories come back. And the pain starts to ache. No wonder why people forget things.