moments to share, moments to care
i was always looking for that fairytale love. the one they show in movies. the one that is selfless, naive, passionate, caring, sweet, a bit childish, to find that person who makes you move mountains and makes you feel alive. that person you would never let go on and who would always be there for you. that person who makes you feel like home. whom you trust with your life.
i was naive. he told me he loved me. he cried from happiness as he was holding me. he told me he was figuring out a way for us to escape this society and just be the two of us somewhere where he could still work but make the whole world see that we are as strong as it gets. he said my scent is narcotic. he said he could imagine me having two children from him. he said that there was no better feeling in the world then just to be next to me.
he was drunk.
when the morning came along with the reality kick, there was only one thing to say: i didn't promise you anything.
he did. he promised me the world and his heart.
but all i was left with was a broken heart of my own.
Skrivet av arlona, 2017-12-29 13:43