I was young when my dad left us. I could barely understand what he was doing back then...
I grew up not having a father. I'm not asking for one but I always question myself why he left. Wasn't he contented with mom? Wasn't he contented with me?
I was college when I had my first boyfriend.
he would tell me he loved each and every day. I told him that my greatest fear is to be left alone, I told him about my father and he promised me he wouldn't be like him. I gave him my trust..but
..but he took advantage of it. I caught him giving flowers to a girl while kissing her hand. My heart sank at that moment. "He promised.." I told myself tears streaming down my face as I watched
He saw me and hurriedly walked towards me. I stayed to hear him explain. but all I could ever answer is, "..but you promised..am I not enough? is there something wrong with me?" he was speechless
I rushed to my house and ran to my room. My heart was torn into pieces, tears barely stopping. I couldn't think straight. Is there something she has that I don't?
Is it hard to love someone like me?
the thing I don't understand is that...I gave him everything and that is what he gives me in return...
I held on to him..
even when I couldn't hold on to myself and keep myself together..
I cared for him..
even though I knew he wouldn't care and see..
He was enough for me..
even though I wasn't enough to him..
Tell me what you think about this short story. Sorry if I'm lame at this but hey, I tried :)