The Love He Left Behind

The Love He Left Behind




I remembered the first time I fell in love. I was just 13-a child as you can see. But it was not an ordinary puppy love, it was deeper than that. I knew him for so long, but I never thought I’d love him. He was a best friend to me- a guide, a savior, a brother. It was our feelings that changed everything.



He told me he loves me and I did too. He has a smile that lightens me up and laughter that fills my day. Every time he holds my hand, I can feel magic in my veins. We can just spend the whole day talking, laughing and being together. I woke up everyday waiting for his greeting. We we’re kids- enjoying, having fun.



Life is unpredictable. For a moment there, he tells me he loves me but now, he tells me he loves someone else. Not me, someone else. I cried, feeling bad for myself. Am I not good enough? I kept asking. But nobody answers. Tears flowed in face, anger deep in my chest. I know I was not good enough.



I felt embarrassed when I saw him. He smiled, I didn’t respond. Smile? That’s what he’s going to give me after breaking my heart into pieces? All my hopes shattered, wrath replaces it. Can someone please stop this pain?



Now that everything changed, I knew friendship would never be formed. He was a best friend to me in the past, but now, nothing at all. I may forgive and smile at him, but it never means that I forgot what he did. Forgetting is the hardest part of it, but I just couldn’t do it. He was my first love, but he broke my heart. All that’s left now is our stares and smiles, but nothing can bring back the love he left behind.