My version of my teenage love story
All the names used are fake, you know for precautionary reasons.
It’s quite simple actually, I am a girl who fell for a guy who promised to love her. I fervently, without a doubt believe that he still does, but regardless of that this is for me. It is for me to see my relationship from a certain distance. It’s to help me to move on. This could also be for you. I know how it feels, to want something so bad and despite everything you do still not be able get it. I understand the frustration, the pain and the decisions (both good and bad) . I love to write, and I guess this is also a coping mechanism.
This is my version of an age old tale, so enjoy.
“Write hard and clear about what hurts.”- Ernest Hemingway
Writing this now I’m struggling to remember the feeling of having him next to me. I have the memories, I see them vividly playing in my head, memory after memory, but I can’t remember how it feels, all I can remember are the moments.
Fire my love, fire! A house set alight by flames of adoration, hollow foundations engulfed by laden promises. Fire and smoke my love Fire and smoke. Fire… Read more “Fire and Smoke”
If we were a candle, then our love would be the flame My half blindingly bright and yours a surging flicker now and then, A dwindling ‘air-wave’… Read more “Burn”