My sister once joked and said when I had my hair longer it looked like Bella's from Twilight. I hate vampires and apples.
At that time I had a boyfriend the most gorgeous boy I have ever seen.
He was the sweet heart we all dream about and want.
The kind that makes you surprise pancakes at midnight and writes you poetry. The one that used to give me his coat when it was cold out ,and smelled like Big Red Gum.
But then the dream comes to an end , and one day you begin to understand why he doesn't call you back anymore or why he comes over to your house smelling like axe and cigarettes. Why the sudden sweetness has vanished and all this left is the bitter syrup of his former self.
He wasn't in love with me.
He was still in love with his snow white ex in Seattle.
The boy he went to rehab with , the one he promised to be with forever.
It's been a year since he left me, and a year since I became a houseboy and year since my sister teased me about having Bella hair.
When it was movie night at J.'s house we watched this moive, I cried like baby throughout the whole movie.
I miss him.
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