I️ Fell For Someone Who Didn’t Love Me Well.

He’s gone; he’s been gone. She still cries for him in the darkness of her bedroom, long after everyone has fallen asleep. She knew that it was all going to end in flames, in some kind of catastrophic disaster. She just didn’t know it’d end so quickly. A couple months had gone by, and she had fallen in love with the boy who had dried blood on his knuckles and a kink in his nose from how many times he had broken it. He was a fighter; she was the exception. He didn’t fight for her to forgive him, no, he just watched her raven hair flow behind her as she stepped away. It didn’t feel like the end for either of them, but they both knew that their love was over. She’d spend her nights wondering why it had hurt so badly, and he’d wait to her back from her after long days and even longer nights. The first week was tear stained, it was punching bathroom walls because there was nothing else better to do. In lonely nights, he’d typically hold her, but now he’s resorted to fighting in matches with other poor fools. It was all he knew, all he wanted. He needed to keep his mind full, even as he said it didn’t bother him, it did. She would cry into her mother’s arms, scream into the night sky, just hoping he’d hear her agonizing ache. He’d never come back though, because a fighter only knows how to run and be afraid. Her cheeks are burnt from the hurt, the constant stream of tears escaping her eyes. She’d scold herself for letting it take her over, for letting it hurt so badly. A few months pass, hard but recovering months. Her eyes meet him on a crowded boulevard, he’s in a suit, a smile on his face. His eyes meet her, she’s wearing that coat he had loved so much, the one that smelled of lavender and vanilla. They wave a flag of surrender, a flag of forgiveness. Because even as it hurt so much, it had made the fighter much stronger, and it had made the lover much tougher. It may be a scar on their bodies for an eternity, but it was a battle wound now, something that they could be proud of. It was love; it’s as simple as that.