Always
That night, he whispered me sweet nothings, he promised me anything.
And, yes, he then left me, diappeared into the thin night air, never to be heard, or seen again. He left me alone, used, with a bleeding sheet and—not so surprisingly—a bleeding heart.
I always wanted what my parents have; a lasting love. A forever kind of love. And when I met Lincoln, he made me believed he was the one. I stupidly believed him. That we could be something so, so, so beautiful that will last a lifetime.
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