Post by gmshed on Aug 30, 2006 11:50:48 GMT -5
I hate you.
You bastard, how could you do this to me? How dare you do this to me?
Just when I’d started to rebuild my shattered heart; just when I thought I’d convinced myself that you could never have loved me; just when I’d started to be grateful for the wonderful relationship we had rather than regret the beautiful relationship we never had.
My entire world was built around you. You were the structure, the support and the foundation. When you left, you didn’t only leave a hole; you left it in ruins.
Just when I’d started to construct a shaky semblance to who I should be- to what I need to be and you destroyed it all. Again.
Did you mean for me to read it? Was it meant to be found and read or was it written with no intention of ever reaching the recipient? Merlin knows, I wrote you enough letters that I never gave you.
With a few flourishes of your quill, with a few simple words on parchment, you casually swept away my new life, my new walls, my new boundaries to live by like they meant nothing. They meant nothing. A world without you is a hollow mockery.
You bastard, you wrecked my life twice. My love, you were my life.
Why didn’t we say anything? So much for Gryffindor courage. I waited too long and made regret my very bones.
I can’t live without you. I will live for you. For you, for us, for the memory of our love and the life we never had.
A/N: I apologise. I am slightly depressed at the moment. Can anyone suggest a title? Please?
You bastard, how could you do this to me? How dare you do this to me?
Just when I’d started to rebuild my shattered heart; just when I thought I’d convinced myself that you could never have loved me; just when I’d started to be grateful for the wonderful relationship we had rather than regret the beautiful relationship we never had.
My entire world was built around you. You were the structure, the support and the foundation. When you left, you didn’t only leave a hole; you left it in ruins.
Just when I’d started to construct a shaky semblance to who I should be- to what I need to be and you destroyed it all. Again.
Did you mean for me to read it? Was it meant to be found and read or was it written with no intention of ever reaching the recipient? Merlin knows, I wrote you enough letters that I never gave you.
With a few flourishes of your quill, with a few simple words on parchment, you casually swept away my new life, my new walls, my new boundaries to live by like they meant nothing. They meant nothing. A world without you is a hollow mockery.
You bastard, you wrecked my life twice. My love, you were my life.
Why didn’t we say anything? So much for Gryffindor courage. I waited too long and made regret my very bones.
I can’t live without you. I will live for you. For you, for us, for the memory of our love and the life we never had.
A/N: I apologise. I am slightly depressed at the moment. Can anyone suggest a title? Please?
