“An individual doesn't matter in our universe. But to me she is the sun, the moon, and the stars. She is my universe and so long as she cares about me, if only just a little...I continue to exist.” Back in those days, this was the only truth he knew.
Even now, years later, there were moments where he would grow quiet and somber in his struggle not to be drawn in by that girls allure. I always noticed these subtle changes in his demeanor, and it made me hate her for it, even if he couldn’t. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be a marionette, and only be kept around for her amusement. Promise after promise he made to himself to move on and each and every time I saw him break those vows.
I could never understand what it was about her that kept making him come back. Love I suppose. Though, if that is love, it makes me wonder what is so wonderful about it. All love ever did was cause him heartache. I tried to comfort him of course, but really there wasn’t much I could do, there is no cure for a broken heart. I just wish that he could be that goofball again, so carefree and happy. Back when he wasn’t forced to cling to her false signs of hope.
She’s a drug, always hurting him and yet somehow keeping him addicted. Of course that always makes me wonder if that girl knows what she does to him, or if in some ironic way is akin to him. Somehow always oblivious to what’s right in front of them.
 Celestial Luminosity · Wed Jan 06, 2010 @ 03:27am · 0 Comments |
