Forever And Always?

Her: Talking to Don became an addiction, a drug to my system. Every chance I got, I tried to get into contact with him. Maybe I was going a bit too far with always wanting to talk to him, but I couldn't help it. I became so attached to him, like the skin on my body. I knew I was at a greater chance of being heart broken again, but I just couldn't stop myself from falling in love with him.

Him: Every time I'd log onto Facebook, a message from her would always be waiting for me. I was surprised...this girl...this beautiful girl...is with me. I can't help but feel that she could do so much better than some guy like me. Even though she reassures me, saying that I could do so much, I just know that she's the one that could do better than me. I mean, just look at her. She's so pretty...and she has such a kind heart. Don't you think she'd deserve the best?

Her: Although I loved Don and we were together, I wanted to keep our relationship on a down low. I don't think I could stand the questions that would come up, and everyone's persistent bugging that would plague me for the rest of the year. So I didn't tell anyone...except my dad, my siblings and several of my cousins. I avoided the topic altogether with my mom. I knew she'd tell me to break up with Don, saying I don't need another boyfriend before I explode again if we ever broke up. But I had already made a promise to Don not to hurt him, or break up with him. And I won't break that promise.

Him: I was finally able to call her mine, though I didn't tell anyone about us. Is it any of their business? No, so they should just butt out of it. My sister knew that she and I were dating, yet she didn't say anything about it. As long as she doesn't tell anyone about it, I'm fine.

Her: Time melded together with our conversation, and summer was coming to a close. I had been living with my dad during the vacation, but now I had a definite fear of returning to live with my aunty once again. I didn't want to leave, I wouldn't be able to talk to Don. And when I don't talk to Don, I get this aching feeling in me, one of pure sadness and longing. Would I be able to live with that feeling for so long? I don't think so...

Him: School's around the corner for her, and I feel so....concerned. Will she be alright during the year? She had told me she was bullied before by 8th grader boys...those guys are a bunch of pricks. I don't want her to get hurt, but I don't think she'd appreciate it if I told her I'm concerned for her. She's a strong girl...though she told me she does get a bit emotional. She even stood up for a complete stranger...and even though she might say otherwise...I know she has a caring heart.

Her: I'm frightened...I'm not sure how I'll be able to talk to Don once school comes around. Will he get tired of waiting for me and just move on? The fear in my heart is escalating, almost to the point of breaking me. I've become more desperate to talk to him, anything to just get a word from Don. I'd spam his messages, knowing that it's possible that I might irritate him and make him reconsider dating me. I couldn't help it though, I just wanted summer to never end so I could spend more time getting to know Don and everything about him.

Him: She was always waiting for me on Facebook. It's was pretty damn adorable if you ask me. I told her I don't mind talking to her all the time, honestly I like it. She keeps apologizing to me, saying that she's always bothering me. Doesn't she know that I really love talking to her? She's nice to talk to....she's funny, damn, she's smart too. Did you know she writes stories? No? Well, she does, and she can make some crazy tales too. She was the definition of perfect, though her negative side does get the best of her at times.

Her: Last night, I talked to Don again. We got on the topic of break up.....and he told me that he hopes that we last. Hope? Hope just let me down last time, I don't even know if that exists... I didn't want to hope, I wanted to make him say that he knows we'll last....but if we ever did break up, then Don would have lied to me, and it would be my fault. I was scared...so scared. I never told him that this is what happened with my ex too.....he "hoped" we would last...and yet that earned me a broken heart I don't think could ever mend. I didn't want to hope.... I didn't want to get disappointed.

Him: I know she was seeking reassurance, but I couldn't offer that to her. I didn't want to lie to her if everything went down hill. Yes, I do love her...but anything can happen you know? She ended up telling me that she'll get more attached than me, and I told her not to get too attached. Is it wrong for me to tell her that? I didn't want her to get hurt....

Her: Maybe I shouldn't have brought the issue up with him, but I couldn't help it. This was my biggest fear...losing the ones I love so desperately..... I told him that if we ever were to break-up, he'd have to do it. I could never live with the guilt of knowing I broke someone's heart...I'd die from it...

Him: She feels that way? ....We're so alike...because that's how I am too.... I hate hurting others.....maybe...maybe we will last forever...

Her: I pray we last forever....

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