29 December 2012
Loving him was a dream, that I would not share. Locked everyone else out when I met him. No more hanging out with friends, it was all him. When, finally he broke my heart all of my friends were gone and there was no one to mend my broken heart. Not even the stars or the blue sky. I was all alone in a dream, the dream that he would come back. He never did.
I tried to moved on with life, just barely keeping my head up.
One day I met someone else, it wasn't the person who left me it was someone new, someone better than the boy who broke my heart. He actually cared about me, he wanted whatever was best for me. He was my best friend. I asked for his name, he told me with a smile. I began to really know him, even if he didn't know what I felt for him. I didn't even realize how much I wanted to be loved and adored, when he gave that to me, it made me the happiest person alive. Whether somebody else hurt me in the past, he was there to make sure I was going to be okay for the future.
There came a day when I first texted him with a simple "hey." He texted me back saying "hi." It went like that for a while. Then I knew that I should ask him, I should ask him if he really did love me or if he was just being a good friend.
I asked him and he told me to answer first. I said that I liked him more than a friend a little bit. But, he wanted a real answer. I said, "fine, I like you more than a friend." He said the same. The next line is what made me realize that life goes on. He said, "Ashley, I love you."
So here I am today telling you the story of the day I met him, my savior, my soulmate, but most importantly my best friend!
Loving Him Was.... • Opuss № I