My chemical romance (literally)

Now, this is going to be embarrassing. Still, I am just a girl with fantasies to share. Why not do that?

(Rupi Kaur is influencing me istg)

Even a seventeen year old girl has trouble with her love life. 

You call it hell, I call it a boy.

The boy that fucked my life up.

People throw around the word "love" more than they should. Still, when I said I loved him I really thought I meant it. 

I told the boy about all of my troubles. My substance abuse, past sexual assault, family problems and self harm issues. Now, plenty of my friends and my therapist know about this, but the fact that he could relate made me believe that he actually cared. 

We'd discuss our future lives together; where the wedding would be, baby names, where we'd live or what the house would look like. And, as much as I hate to admit it, I was in love.

That boy dumped me after two months. Called me "slut" and "useless fat bitch". I'll never get to live on a field in the countryside, get married in our garden, raise baby Sage and baby Zak, or sleep in a little cottage with him. I really thought that love was him. Still, love is someone who would stay. And I hope that one day I will find that person. Maybe I already have.

Moral of the story, don't go chasing after the past- he may feel like the one, but there are plenty of wolves in sheep's clothing.