She loved him. She still loves him. He broke her heart because she made one small mistake that he didn't like. Her heart shattered to pieces, for he was her entire world. He had no clue, and he never will, of how much she really truly loved him. She told him everything, absolutely everything. He told her a minimum. She had fallen so far that he couldn't catch her anymore.
Now, she sits in class or in the cafeteria, acting happy and normal. Whenever she sees him, her soul saddens. Whenever he looks at her, her feelings erupt. Whenever they have the same class, she can't stay in the room. Her hurt is so big, she can't contain them.
The one thing he hadn't known about her, was that every night she'd go home and cry over how she had lost him so easily, how she let him slip through her fingers. She'd cut her wrist, thinking that it was the only way of relieving herself of all the pain that one person had caused her. She'd attempt to drown herself in the bath tub, but would never succeed as she feared leaving him behind.
She awaited the day that he were to come back to her. Her mind wasn't so sure that he would return to her, but her heart had the slightest hope. The slightest hope, if not any hope at all, was good enough for her. Because she loved him so dearly. She didn't care how long it would take for him to love her again, she was willing to wait as long as it took.
Because all she did, was love him.
