1. I adored everything about him. Every freckle on his cheek and even the dimple on his chin. I loved the smell of his shampoo and the sound of his breath. I took countless photos of him because I didn’t ever want to forget the moments where he made me laugh so hard that my stomach hurt. Eventually he stopped calling to say “I love you” and shortly after I stopped smiling. He has a new girlfriend now and every so often I see them kissing in the hall. It hurts but all I can do now is pretend my heart doesn’t shatter every time I see his fucking face.
2. He messaged me one day and he just began to slowly fade into my life. His eyes were grey, I could of written beautiful poetry about them if only I felt something when they looked at me. He had dark hair and he made me laugh but not the same way the other boys did. I kept him around for a while, mostly because my family said he had a charming smile and a soft voice. What I felt wasn’t love, I just thought if we spent the whole time with his tongue down my throat that maybe I could forget that when he told me that I was his world I felt nothing in return.
3. He was a fucking forest fire destroying everything in his path. He wasn’t always that way though. I used to be the center of his world. He used to always stare at my freckles and laugh at all my jokes. It wasn’t until I stopped eating for days and made his world black and white. He then became a series of missed calls, unanswered texts and tears. He stopped using his lips to kiss me and began placing cigarettes in them instead. He still calls me sometimes to tell me he misses me but usually it’s only after a few bottles of cheap fucking beer.