c o n s t a n t l y be thinking and dreaming of a boy, wanting to be with him all the time. I know what love is, and it’s funny that at that moment when everything seemed so perfect, like nothing could be more wonderful. His arms wrapped around my waist, his scent, his hands in mine, that steady beat of his heart. The promise that this wasn’t one of those things that would end in a couple months. It was one of those moments when everything’s so perfect that you know there will never be a moment like it again. In that moment, every doubt I had perished, all my worries faded, I was sure things would work, after all, I loved him and he said he loved me. But that was the last moment. No more "I love you", more promises, no more meeting in our dreams, he’ll never run his fingers through my hair, touch my face or hold me in his arms. I don’t hear his voice calling my name. We act as if we never knew each other, let alone "loved". Sometimes I think he must hate me now. I’m just another girl. But despite everything, all the stupid mistakes we made.
I still love him.





