If you've read my story "The Dark Side of Love" on this website, you'll know that it's a short book consisting of ten poems about a girl who's saved from an unrequited love told in her perspective. That girl was me, unfortunately. I had really liked a brilliant, hilarious, charming boy for as long as I had known him. I would even sometimes try liking other guys to get over him, but to no avail. When I had liked him the most, his heart was held out in the open for another girl, a girl I knew was bad news.
Sure enough, she broke his heart, more than once. And moved on real quick.
Afterwards he gave me the attention that I so craved not too long afterwards. I accepted it without question, and I slowly fell in love with him.
It wasn't too long before he and I began talking. I wasn't ready to date after getting my heart broken too many times, and it took a toll on both of us. We were in love with one another for a year and a half before he began distancing himself from me. And for more months than I can count on one hand, he left me in the dark. I don't entirely blame him; I know a part of it was my fault. I'll accept it.
On my Wattpad account there are tons of poems I've written about this beautiful, perfect, mind-boggling, hopeful love between me and this guy. . . And the last four parts of "The Dark Side of Love" that I decided not to post on here.
With the end of this relationship came the death of all the poems I would hide pieces of my heart in. Now they're dead, and it's up to me only to retrieve each piece in order to glue them back together.
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