““so I saw your ex with another girl last night, they seemed pretty in love.” one of my friends told me as we walked down the corridor to our next class, I nodded my head not really wanting to reply to something I’m still raw about “I went and asked him why he’s with another girl only 4 weeks after you guys broke up. He said you stopped loving him so he left, is that true?” I stopped abruptly and turned to look at her, not believing the words that came out of her mouth “you’ve been with me while I cried non-stop, refusing to leave the house ever since we broke up and you’re really asking me if I stopped loving him?“ I asked her in disbelief, she looked at me panicked "no, no, no I …I didn’t mean it like that…it’s just…..no one knows why you broke up and and-” “and they don’t need to know.” I said cutting her off. She looked at me with sympathy, I sighed “I loved him very much okay? I loved him more than you’ll ever know and I would of done anything for him and this was what he wanted. I would of given him the world if he asked and in-fact I gave him my world, but it was never enough for him. I HAD to stop loving him, I had to stop loving him because he stopped loving me.” she looked at me shocked but I just carried on walking to the next class. Tears wanting to spill out, but I didn’t let them, I had to be strong.”
— p.s.w // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #212