just wanted to write all my feelings down. it isn't a haiku or an essay. i just needed to.
i met him.
since i saw him, i thought he was the closest thing to perfect.
i think i truly loved him long before he took interest.
i went through a month of him complaining that the girl he liked had a boyfriend.
but i still comforted him, because he meant a lot to me and i didn't want him to be sad.
somehow he took interest.
tbh, i could not believe my luck, how could i?
he was genuinely perfect.
HE WANTED ME: i'm the girl that's always been ignored. he didn't want to take advantage of me, or use me, like the others. he actually wanted me. noone's ever wanted me.
he asked me out.
i said his name an awful lot, i could not get my head around it.
i was someone's princess.
not someone's punching bag or someone's run-to when they need something.
there was a lot of bad times. i was paranoid - had every reason to be, he was perfect and it'd be impossible if noone else wanted him. i pushed him away and went in moods - i feel really inadequate with him, i've never been good enough, never will. but that doesn't mean there wasn't any good times, because it was near enough perfect when i wasn't panicking with paranoia or freaking out about little things.
he's left me now.
my world has actually left me. i've changed, i've not been paranoid and i've learnt from my ways. he'll never realise how much he meant to me, and he'll be someone else's prince now.
How are you celebrating?