Valentine red

Bond

I was supposed to be.

In my mind I knew I was supposed to be, shortly as I believed this, it ended. I was supposed to be the one he loved. I stared at him continuously, talking about nothing questioning him repeatedly, remembering some times, I never got a full feel to love.

Confusion on Repeat

Maybe this is a reason why we’re not meant to be. He seen I questioned but although they all seen I wanted he found the excuse to get away. I am the monster I guess. The one no one wants to be around.