Post by fishysmilesxo on Feb 16, 2018 17:40:48 GMT -5
I remember a girl who once told me about a man she loved. She told me about her tickle fights with this man and how sweet he is. She told me about how he is a nerd like herself. She has so many stories that she still sits and remembers as a tear sheds from her once innocent eyes. This girl. She also once told me that the man she was scared of was right before her in a place modern people like to call, a mall. She told her best friend she is afraid of a man she once called a lover.
You know what this beautiful, young, innocent girl never told her once best friend? How she still opens those same beautiful eyes to the same man she is afraid of. How she still hears the words from this man. Do you want to know the saddest part of it all? How the man she is so afraid of knows everything, while her once best friend did not. This beautiful girl never told her best friend how the man that her friend took away, lead this girl to believe she was something special. This girl never told her best friend that this man and she had an intimate moment in between these tickle fights and cuddles. This girl.... she left so much out without even realizing how much sadness it would bring to her friend.
Eight months I was never told. Eight months before I had to find out that the reason you believed you and him would have a chance was that he made you feel special by having this intimate moment. You once told me he would never take advantage of you because he changed from his high school self. So now, after almost a year lost in growth and tears, was it you protecting me or you being afraid? Not only were you so afraid and alone of telling this to your best friend, but now you have to be afraid of your former lover.
After eight months, I know it is far too late. I know nothing will change and horror from the memories will remain a scar. I understand now how not only I took your trust away by taking the man you once loved. I also didn't know the hard times that you had to face. How lonely you were. How all you wanted was that intimate moment once again. I had enough of this story to know better than to do something so cruel, but the part that you were most upset about wasn't that I did it, was it? It was what I was getting myself into. I wasn't there for you when you needed it the most, I yelled at you when you needed comfort, I pushed you away when you wanted the warmth of a touch, I made you leave and I am truly sorry for leaving you when you needed it.
You know what this beautiful, young, innocent girl never told her once best friend? How she still opens those same beautiful eyes to the same man she is afraid of. How she still hears the words from this man. Do you want to know the saddest part of it all? How the man she is so afraid of knows everything, while her once best friend did not. This beautiful girl never told her best friend how the man that her friend took away, lead this girl to believe she was something special. This girl never told her best friend that this man and she had an intimate moment in between these tickle fights and cuddles. This girl.... she left so much out without even realizing how much sadness it would bring to her friend.
Eight months I was never told. Eight months before I had to find out that the reason you believed you and him would have a chance was that he made you feel special by having this intimate moment. You once told me he would never take advantage of you because he changed from his high school self. So now, after almost a year lost in growth and tears, was it you protecting me or you being afraid? Not only were you so afraid and alone of telling this to your best friend, but now you have to be afraid of your former lover.
After eight months, I know it is far too late. I know nothing will change and horror from the memories will remain a scar. I understand now how not only I took your trust away by taking the man you once loved. I also didn't know the hard times that you had to face. How lonely you were. How all you wanted was that intimate moment once again. I had enough of this story to know better than to do something so cruel, but the part that you were most upset about wasn't that I did it, was it? It was what I was getting myself into. I wasn't there for you when you needed it the most, I yelled at you when you needed comfort, I pushed you away when you wanted the warmth of a touch, I made you leave and I am truly sorry for leaving you when you needed it.
