One day I met a girl

One day I met a girl.

I really liked her.

We became friends.

I wrote songs and poems about her.

She really liked one of them, but she didn’t know it was about her.

We both had boyfriends and girlfriends that came and went.

3 years passed and we fell in love.

I was so happy.

I did everything I could to show her this.

I told her I loved her every single day.

When we kissed the world stopped turning.

I wrote more songs and poems about her.

We would turn off the TV and talk for hours on end.

I was so happy.

We went for walks by the sea.

She cooked me food.

I was too scared to cook her food.

She made me laugh.

I made her laugh.

My friends said my face would light up when I talked about her.

I took her to concerts.

I was always thinking about her.

I loved holding her in my arms.

I loved her smile.

My friends were so happy for me.

I took my Christmas Bonus from work and took her to Paris for her birthday.

We held hands, ate food and walked around the city.

It was the greatest holiday I ever had.

I was so happy.

3 months later she broke my heart.

Now I am so unhappy.