Look At The Sky For Hope |
Hi, I'm Kenya. 16 years old, my best friend in the flippin' world is Tracy<3, and the love of my life is Andres, and I'm the love of his life, but we're not together, and I swear my life could be a fucking love story. |
When I look back on what we have, I realize you lied numerous times to me. Not only about who you really were, but about little details of your life. When I start to really think about it, I want to break down and cry. All the songs that I ever dedicated to you, that I ever played just to remind me of how much of a wonderful person I had, I don’t have the guts to hear anymore. When we talk now, my heart aches. I don’t know if I have the inner strength to put myself through this. The only thing I really hate about the whole situation is that I still trust you. After all you did to me, I still trust you. I still have faith in you and how maybe you have changed. When you told me you still loved me and how you made a promise to me that you never set with another girl it just confused me even more. I was ready to leave you. I was ready to just break it off and push you as far away from me as possible, but after you said that, I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I love you. With everything in me. I do. I love the way you’d make me laugh. The way you’d play off saying the corniest things alive. How you’d always say we’ll last forever. I love the way you’d comfort me. The way you’d automatically understand when I was in a horrible mood. How you’d always ask me if something was wrong when I wasn’t acting like myself. How you’d tell me to smile again when I was the least bit happy.
After everything that went on, I still love you; I never want to lose you.
