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She Loved Him |
| Written by Michelle Huff | |
| Tuesday, 05 February 2008 | |
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Of course it was him. It had to be him. Why make her life easy? It was much better to fall for the man who didn't care for her. Oh he claimed he did, but she knew better. She loved him, would do anything for him. Why, oh why couldn't she love someone else? There were several suitors in her life. She knew that she needed to make a choice. She chose him. Chose him over everyone else. She loved him, would do anything for him. Her self-esteem was in a rut. She had none. People told her that she was smart, pretty, funny, but yet, it wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him to love her. She wanted the importance of being in his life. She loved him, would do anything for him. But it wasn't his nature. She would never be first, never be more important than other things in his life. He claimed that he cared for her, claimed he loved her. But he didn't show her. She loved him, would do anything for him. He made her sad, she had planned for the event. Planned it for a long time and went through a lot of effort. He wasn't going to show, something was more important. It always was, she wasn't. Her self esteem fell further and further. She wanted him, chose him exclusively over everyone else. She loved him, would do anything for him. Tears came as they always did for her. Many tears that were spilled on his behalf. Did he know? Should he know? Should so many tears be shed? He made her sad. But he would come look at her and all would be forgiven. Why did she have to fall for someone who didn't care for her? She loved him, would do anything for him. She worked hard for him. Did whatever he asked. Never got mad. Never demanded anything from him. He walked all over her. Why couldn't she fight back, tell him how she felt? She loved him, would do anything for him. She wanted to be important, wanted him to love her as she loved him. Did what he asked so he could see that she loved him. But in return, there was only sadness. She wasn't important, she never was. All he gave her were scraps of love and tears. She loved him, would do anything for him. She couldn't take it, couldn't take the sadness anymore. But she knew; she knew she couldn't live without him. She loved him, she just wanted to be important. She couldn't tell him how she felt. It wasn't in her nature. He wouldn't listen, she wasn't important. His life would be fine without her. Hers wouldn't. She loved him, would do anything for him. The sadness overcame her. She didn't know what to do. His life wouldn't change. She looked down at her wrists and watched the blood drain from them. She couldn't live without him. She loved him, would do anything for him. Her funeral came. It wasn't important, she never was. But she was. He stood over her grave and cried the tears that he had. He didn't know. Didn't know how much he loved her. Now she was gone and he was alone. He should have shown her. Shown her how important she was. The other things in life looked less important now. He should have shown her. He should have shown her that he loved her, would do anything for her. After all, she loved him, would do anything for him. Copyright 2008 Michelle Huff |
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