Free Narrative Essays: Love Doesn T Fall In Love

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"Bang!" I thrashed him at the wall not knowing what else to do. I had heard stories about people getting hurt. I’ve been through some of it myself too. Even so, honestly, I thought I had had my share of painful relationships when I fell in love with this guy three years ago. I guess the real mask comes off when you’re in love for too long. It was all right until today when I saw the screen of his phone and couldn’t believe what I saw. It felt as though a slint of glass is being shoved down my throat. I knew men can’t be taken away. Not for too long and definitely not forever if they are really in love. Nevertheless, I didn’t know if he was really in love with me anymore. I didn’t even know if he was a man anymore. Because, real men don’t destroy …show more content…

Six. Months. Ago. I had zero courage left inside me, but somewhere I knew I had to know. “How long has this been going on?” “Six months. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do it. It just happened and before I could tell you, it was too late. I’m very sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. You deserve better.” And I’m pretty sure he went on and on for the next whole hour, but I couldn’t hear a word he said. I couldn’t feel anything. I was just sitting on the chair not knowing what to do. It had taken me three days to understandfinally what was going on and all it took for him was three sentences to hurt me, break me and to destroy me. He was my person. How could he do this to me? What is all my love worth now? Where is his love? Why didn’t he tell me this before? Why extend this for so long? Why would my person leave a hole inside me? My mind flushed with …show more content…

I didn’t want him to leave; not even in a thousand worlds. I was contradicting my feelings. But, I had to. And then I burst into tears. I was crying like a baby - loud and constant. I cried like we cry when someone dies. The only difference is that death ends. This kind of pain can stay on forever. I kept crying. There is only so much you can hold inside of you for so long. “He has to go," I reminded myself again. ‘He is a symbol of your weakness. He rushes in like a wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build, since he last left you into ashes, I remembered this quote of Lang Leav, and I knew he had to go. I was convincing myself of it, depriving myself of him, remembering the love I had just lost. In the last few moments, I wanted to stop him as he was reaching closer to the door. But, nothing came out of my mouth. I knew I had to decide how forgiving I can be in these fractions of seconds. I knew I could stop him and take him back. “You know you love me. Please take me back. I’ll do everything in my right mind to give you the immense and the consummating love you gave me. But, if you let me out this door, you will only make it harder for me to come back. Stop me. Don’t lose

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