Quite funny how he takes the pain with ease but brings it back twice as heavy. In his presence there was comfort, freedom, peace but beyond that there was war, chaos, shattering hearts and sleepless nights.
When I was around him, I felt like I was the only girl in the world he’s ever loved like this, till’ I remember I wasn’t and will never be.
To Mark Lee, I was just another one of ‘them.’
The thing I hated most about this was I let him.
I’d snuggle deep into body, head on his shoulder, my nose touching his neck. Close enough for me to take in the scent of the girl he was with hours ago. I didn’t speak up about it, I ignored it and snuggled closer hoping my scent would replace hers and next girl gets to smell me.
This wasn’t love. This was toxic, painful, stupid.
I don’t know what I was doing to myself but I know I have to stop.
Too bad your heart takes longer to accept what your mind already does.