I loved you

A Story by Soraya Austen

"I loved you" in two different ways. One out anger one out of sadness.

I loved you.
I really thought and felt like I did.
But you walked out having stood rigid.
I missed you.
I'm telling you the truth.
But you walked out just like 1,2,3, poof!
I hate you.
I honestly do.
How could you leave when it got a little blue?
I saw you.
Or at least I thought it was you.
There was also a brunette. Was she your boo?
I cried for you.
It certainly was an ugly ordeal.
How you could move on didn't seem real.
I called you.
I finally heard your voice again.
I felt so happy that tears began to drain.
I met you.
We decided on the local coffee shop.
We talked a while and I didn't want it to stop.
I pitied you.
She broke your heart like you did mine.
I wanted to laugh at you but it wasn't fine.
I comforted you.
I brought you home and hugged you close.
I let you cry on my shoulder till you doze.
I held you.
I pulled you to my side and held on tight.
I swore I'd never leave you, to your delight.
I married you.
It was a beautiful scene where we said I do.
I loved seeing our families become one crew!
I mourned you.
How could they drive drunk and not crash?
I was crying over the deep red gash.
I loved you.
I just got you back only to have to let you go.
I promise I'll see you again i said as we buried you in the meadow.