The Other One
There I sat, lonely and alone for the first time in a long time
looking out the rainy window hoping he would pull up at any
second. I sat and waited but I knew where he was, She was back in
town and that meant I'd be on my own for a few days; even though
I wished every time he left he would come back different, more
free, but every time was the same, nothing changed. It was the
three of us and even when she wasn't physically here, she was
still very much present between us.
He was only 18 when I met him and I was barely 16 at the time but
with one look I couldn't keep my mind off of him, he was friends
with my cousin but that was the least of my problems. I was in a
torturous relationship and I just wanted someone to make me smile
and pay me some type of attention. He captured me with his
emerald green eyes and luscious brown hair, his smile was bright
and filled of the happiness I once had but was stripped of. I
envied him in that spilt second he smiled at me with his soft
lips and he spoke so sure of everything with this foreign accent,
he was a city boy and definitely not from this town. One day he
kissed me and I felt a rush through my body, a wave of adrenaline
and a spark of happiness came over me. I broke up with my then
boyfriend in hopes he would do the same with his girlfriend but 3
years later I'm still in the same situation, with the same
people, hiding the same feelings since junior year of high
school. I've done everything I could to get my mind off of him,
numerous boyfriends, hookups, partied until I threw up, he knew I
was rebelling against him and his decisions but somehow he was
there at every breakup, he heard about me ending every hookup,
and sometimes he even held my hair while I violently threw up the
liquor I drank to try to help me forget about him for just a
minute. I love him and it scares me because he loves someone
else.
** Should I keep going? **