he was a bitter, cold, almost heartless man. yet you adored him. he was your love and you refused to leave or give up. it felt like he hated you, no matter how much or how often he told you he loved you back.
he shouted, pushed, insulted, you. he'd leave for days on end with no contact. he'd lead you to believe other girls were in the picture. you'd become a shell of a person, everyone noticed, but you pretended it wasn't happening.
you wanted the fairytale love with george. the honeymoon phase, how it used to be.
he was your person, at the end of the day. it just seemed so far out of reach again by now.
yet you loved him nonetheless.
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the 1975 | imagines
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