Six Weeks

“ I love you more than anything. If you love me as much as I love you.” Those were the empty words you said before you did it. Love is what you called it. If you loved me, you wouldn’t have done it if you loved me, you would’ve waited. Love you don’t even know the meaning of the word!



We hade been together six weeks. I was the envy of every girl in the school. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be going out with you. I told my self it was too good too be true. I should’ve seen through your act but no I was naïve enough to believe your stupid lies, I believed you when you told me I was beautiful, I believed you when you said you’d never hurt me I foolishly and naively believed every word that came out of your mouth. But you knew I would didn’t you? You knew I dotard on every word you said. I would have done anything for you!



You even remembered our six-week anniversary that’s why we were at the party. You told me I’d have the time of my life. Assured me I’d never forget it. Well wasn’t that the truth! The memory of that night is burnt into the very depths of my heart and soul. You certainly weren’t lying when you said I’d never forget that night I will never forget it if I could try!



Love. Love what would you know about love? I can still remember those words the way you whispered them in my ear the way you wouldn’t listen. I will never forget the way you looked at me – as if you were some crazed animal that was unable to stop…



Six weeks didn’t take you long did it? You know every time you winked at me across the room the way you smiled that cheeky but beautiful grin. The way you would kiss me on the cheek just to say hello, you knew I was falling more in love with you. You knew I was falling head over heels into your trap. You would ring me every night. Wait outside every class for me to finish. Write me the sweetest letters claming your love for me was stronger than anything else. But that was...