then...then i saw it. the twinkle in his eyes before he kilt me. all he had to say was i love you and he did but not to me, to her.
the one with the fair skin and blue pierced eyes, her smile shined like the sun hitting the ocean on a summer day. she was me well a version of me..the happier version the more alive version.
but once he said those three words something in me realised he did not love me, the true me, he loved a version of me that no longer exist because well he killed that me.
when i saw him with the redhead under a mistletoe on new years day that was the moment he unintentionally ripped my heart out and well kilt the girl with the fair skin, blue pierced eyes and a smile that outshined the sun's rays