I wish I could get it all back. The kisses, the hugs, and the sweet things he said. I wish he never left. I wish he never goddamn left. I loved him, but he never did. I swear that fucker never did, but yet, I did. I felt like he loved me, I felt it deep inside. No matter if he was lying, no matter if someone told me no.
I swear...He loved me...
I could've been shitting myself, but who the hell cares? I loved him and that was what I felt. Somewhere out there, he was there. I could feel him looking at me, watching me, touching me... The people you love the most are the ones that hurt you the most.
Well, where are my manners? I'm Karma Deels, what used to be ironic. I wished you all experienced all I did. I fell for him, I fell for him when I swore I never would.
His name was Leon Smith. A fuck boy, but never the popular kid. I swear, he got so many women and men with him. He got so many, but yet, he never wanted to be popular. He was as quiet as a mouse, got his work done, and never ever talked. I remember everything about him the first day I saw him.
Those beautiful dark blue eyes, that hard chest, his short brown hair, and those small scars on his body. I loved everything there was about him. His smile, his touch, his hands, and his scars. Hell, EVERYTHING. I liked to think that he was out there, waiting to come home. Waiting for his promise to be fulfilled.
But, you know what. I stopped thinking that because I finally came to that final conclusion. The dead end. The finality of everything he failed to keep.
Leon Smith was a goddamn liar...