A Storm Brewing
It was never a love story. There was no love that took over my body like I was possessed for him. He needed me much more than I needed him. But I needed him almost as much as he needed me.
We needed each other more than oxygen we breathed. Breathing was never enough. We were addicted to each other’s souls. He took. I gave. He took. I gave. He took. I gave.
“I don’t want you dating anyone else” “I’m not your girlfriend, this is exactly what you wanted” “You’re my girl” “we both know I was never your anything.”
Anyone who saw us said he never wanted actually falling in love with me, it was all a game. A game that suddenly became real life. He took. I gave. He took. I gave. He took. I gave.
~A series of writings based on my failed relationship~