my first taste of love was with a boy who didn't know what love was, he just knew he felt something for me that he hadn't felt for anyone before. and then one day, he didn't feel that anymore. he told me he was confused and that i used to make him so happy and i didn't do anything wrong but he doesn't want me anymore. i tried for months to recreate myself, become more like him thinking maybe then he'll want me back. i told myself it wasn't over, this was just a rough patch, he loved me and he told me i was beautiful so how can that change overnight?Â
but one day, i was lying on the floor of my best friend's bathroom after 10 shots of vodka and crying my eyes out because i still loved him. and i realised destroying myself and changing myself wasn't going to change the fact that he didn't love me anymore. so i picked myself up and i stopped smoking, drinking and taking drugs.
my second love was a smooth talking dark haired and handsome boy who knew exactly what to say and how to make me happy. he told me he'd never leave me, he promised me i'd never be alone. until i find out he'd been cheating on me and telling them i never meant anything to him.Â
i was howling on the bathroom floor again, asking why love is so cruel.Â
until i realised love isn't cruel, people are. my first love was at the wrong time, my second was with the wrong person. but just like an open wound, time heals the scars other people leave. and however unfair a situation is, it will get better. just because your significant other can't see your value anymore doesn't mean it's not there, and it doesn't mean anyone else will. and maybe they won't see you smiling in a years time and realise where they've gone wrong, but that's okay. because even if they did, you'd be too happy to realise.