i know Chris, i know how his ethereal face card has always been a real big favour for him. and I was no exception. I mean, look at me. I fell for him miserably, so deep, so hard, that the wounds from that fall are still alive in my heart. i still remember the first day we met, the first glance i had of him. he looked so bright and beautiful. someone so unreal, someone so perfect. His hair was always perfectly sleek, brushed back just right, framing his face like he knew exactly how it affected people. That day, he wore a simple white shirt from J.Crew, but on him, it looked like something much more. He stood there, glowing in his effortless beauty, and I was already lost.
i was having a really bad day but then he appeared and for some reason it felt like those things don't matter anymore. it was like all the chaos in my life faded into the background. i felt happy for some reason.
that's the part that still hurts the most. I gave him everything—my heart, my trust, my love—and in return, all I got was betrayal.
Even now, after everything, my heart aches, not because I miss him, but because I loved him so deeply, so genuinely, and he crushed it all without a second thought.
i tried my best to take care of him, i tried my best to be the person he wanted, i tried my best to be as perfect as him so i can stand right behind him with no hesitation or embarrassment. but here i am, for some reason still behind him, his brightness still takes away my shine from me.