She was everything I had ever wanted.

She was beyond gorgeous with those chestnut locks, and big, green eyes and that curvy body that made anything she wore look good. She was independent, yet she relied on others for love. She was a dreamer; she never forgot her dreams. Once they were in her mind, they were there to stay and be fulfilled. She was a loving and caring soul. She was goofy and her laugh always made me smile. Whenever I saw her, I felt like a kid on Christmas morning or a kid in a candy shop. I felt like I had won the lottery when I was with her. She was everything I had ever wanted, yet she was so far out of reach. She never shared her feelings. She would come home drunk or worse, high and say all this shit that she didn’t really mean. Sometimes she would throw lamps or other breakable items. She always came to bed after me and she never snuggled with me. She was a complete mess and I was a complete fool for loving her. But nevertheless, every time she would come home, I would pick her up from the airport and we’d have fun for a couple of hours before she disappeared into the night. I never knew what to do when she got like that. She never knew how bad it would get. She never knew that death would come for her before it was truly time. I wish she had. Maybe we’d be in love right now. But then again, we were never in love to begin with.

Long-time follower kimbell-kid wrote this.