I love you.
Words whispered into my ears and screamed in passion, I love you! You lied. And I guess I did too. Because like all tragic love stories, we were young and we were dumb and neither one of us really knew what love was. You see, I loved my mom, and loved my cousins but to love a boy, a man was something different. At least that’s what she said, my best friend, sparks And fireworks, butterflies in my belly, love was supposed to be a force to reckon with.
And it was, for a while, and then we were just gentle smiles as we passed by, life going on, not walking together but on our own. Our parents called it growing up, but, we were still in love, right?
I love you.
And maybe you didn’t lie, but, as time went on love completely died. There was nothing but hate left in the wake. I cried myself to sleep almost every night.
You hate me you said, you said you hate me, your words the gun, the keeper of the bullets that tore through the flesh of my chest striking my heart and killing me. The next day I’m a whore, yet five days later you’re knocking at my door.
‘I love you, baby please take me back.’
You whisper in the air taking all that is left of me. Tears stain my eyes and my heart beats out my chest, they say you never forget your first love and they’re right, you don’t.I love you too, I say, but it’s best this way.
The door shuts, dividing the two of us.
But, still I love you.