They always talked about how love was this beautiful thing. It was always so happy and perfect. I believed every made up fantasy about love until the day that I met you.
Loving you was not beautiful. It was empty promises. Kisses filled with nothing but sorrow. Tears rolling down my face as you laughed and made it seem like a joke. I was drained. Loving you took every ounce of my soul. I gave my all. That night I watched you take every part of me as you packed up your belongings and drove away until all I was left with were memories.
Lovers turned into friends. Friends turned into fuck buddies. Once again I gave you my all but in a new way. I secretly hoped that your skin against mine would bring you back. If you penetrated deep enough, you would hit my heart and realize how much you meant to me. I wished that you would crave me until you just had to be back with me.
Of course that never happened and I was left with a sick feeling in my stomach and shaky legs just begging to give out.
Two years later
A girl sits in front of her ex lover.
He doesn’t say a word
And her heart doesn’t ache for him anymore.
Her hair is longer than it’s ever been.
She is even more beautiful than the day he left her.
And at that moment,
He panics.
He lost her.
And he can never have her back.
He can just watch her be beautiful
And in love
With someone else.
Zienab Hamdan - The day when the tables turn
(via moonlyaffairs)