It was only a dream.

It was only a dream.

A Story by Bella S.
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Woke up ballin from this dream. I can't forget it.

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I wish there was still a me and you. Now it's just me. You chose her. One night I cried myself to sleep as I have done for many of the lonely nights I have now.

 

I was in a room, I'm not sure where. I was with my mom, my friend Heather, and another friend Shy. We were all sitting at a table talking. Then he came in. He was trying to talk to me but after eveything that had passed between us that was the last thing I wanted to do. As I tired to avoid him he followed me, begging for me to listen, to forgive him. I tried to argue against it, tell him I didn't care anymore-it wasn't true. He finally got enough of my consistent stubborness and pushed me up to the wall forcing me to listen. He told me he loved me. That I  was the one he needed to be with. Had to be with. He hated himself for all the suffering he put me through. All the tears I shedded for him and taking me for granted. I didn't want to give in to this again. I didn't need anymore pain. I broke lose of his grip and went back to the room. Heather was upset telling me to just leave it, that it was just all gonna happen again-the tears, the pain, everything that I didn't need. He wouldn't give up. I asked the others to leave. I stood by a fire place, he stood behind me. I turned around to find him in tears. I knew that he meant what he was saying this time and that he wouldn't give up til I gave in. This time he held my face, gentlely, looking me straight in the eyes;I couldn't help but cry with him. "I want you to be my everything. When you cry, I want to be the shoulder you cry on. When you're lonely I want to be the one you call, the one with you in my arms. I want to be there for you with my all. Give you everything you need. Give you my last breath. I love you."

 

It was just dream. I woke up crying; cried and cried and cried. It tears me up inside knowing your with her. You don't even bother to call. Not even a simple text. You don't know how much I'm suffering over you. No one ever will.

© 2010 Bella S.


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This broke my heart.

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Bella S.
Bella S.

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