If he wasn’t going to love me, then he wasn’t going to love me anymore. Which hurts, because the thing was…I never knew why he stopped trying to love me.

He knew I was breaking bit by bit everyday, so why didn’t he stay? Help guide me in the right direction instead of letting me fail all over again. Resetting the count day by day…

He let me hurt, cry, and shout. But, whenever he did, I helped h...

It is obvious that he had chosen his faith the second he stepped towards me that evening. He cannot deny my impact on him or the way he looks at me.

He is mine, and I protect what’s mine. He cannot separate from me, and I don’t think he wants to. We are equal soulmates that last forever once they meet. It is undenyable rule that has no exceptions.

If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going ...

I dragged the poisoned sword across the battlefield. Bodies lie everywhere, blood-soaked. No one had survived. Except for me and my boyfriend. Behind me, I felt a stab, a jab that would take any weak man down immediately. I looked at my former lover. The power in his eyes, greed shone like a star. I stabbed him in the stomach. If he wasn't going to love me, he wasn't going to love _anyone_. She wo...

“Don’t you get tired?” I asked, my own exhaustion evident. It had been another night, another work event which had resulted in a murderous argument on the way home. He’d sped through the dark streets, cutting corners and blowing through changing traffic lights, his jaw tense, clenching as anger polluted his mind the way it often did nowadays. I’d sat in the passenger seat, my fingers gripping the ...

If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone.

I tell myself that repeatedly as I glance down at him. Except, this isn’t the man I once knew, the man I so badly yearned for, this is an empty shell of what he once was. His skin, cold and bitter, his eyes hollow, without the light that guided me, his lips slightly parted, blood staining the floor beneath him. I let out a panicked l...

“Don’t you think we’re too young for marriage?” He asked. “Not at all” I replied. “We’re in our prime aren’t we?” The leather couch in my parents basement made an awful noise when he got up and dusted his pants.

“Right.” He stared at his phone. He got down on one knee.

This was it. The moment he said he wanted me and I could wrap my arms around him. He’d say he didn’t care who I was, he just w...

Who would’ve thought someone as young as I am could fall in love. That’s right, fall in love. Since my freshman year of Highschool I’d see him, Tyler. Tall and handsome, dark hair, brown eyes, great style, what more could I ask for. Me being the young insecure girl I was, I couldn’t talk to him. We didn’t have any classes togehter which made passing period my favroite part of the day. I’d always l...

I was young. That’s all it was I think. I wasn’t ill or mentally out of it or just simply weird. I was young and when you’re young, things feel intense. I’m sure you all remember that intense feeling of anger and jealousy you felt as a kid, seeing your sibling getting ice cream while you didn’t. I’m sure you all remember that intense sense of injustice that you felt was done to you in that moment....

If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone. I walked up to his door and glanced at the time on my phone, 11:37 at night. I knocked on the door three times and waited with a smile on my face for him to open the door. When he finally awoke and came downstairs he opened the door and there was shock on his face, “Emily? What are you doing here? We broke up, remember?” He tried to cl...

“If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone” I opened my car door to my old civic and slid in. The drive from Washington to Nebraska was such a tiring drive, however ever since the letter arrived on my doorstep, the hunger to get revenge was more motivation than I needed. Driving past the familiar town sign plastered on the side of the road gave me such a anxious feeling. “Welco...