A young one, three years from my former age. A sweet hearted girl with a blessed body. Her heart of purity, but a curious eye to the new. Her love for me was filling and warm. I was thankful to have her as my own. Many have told me there was something to go wrong and I should abort while I fell in too deep, but I wouldn't let foolish words remove my arms from her. I wouldn't let go, but for as the tyrannical ruler over her wrapped her with distress, I knew it was time to let go, for now. As time went on I said I'd wait, but such a difficulty it was as I felt my lust for other women get the best of me. Never felt her lose my mind as I saw others, but as more and more I saw other women I grew sad wishing she were here instead of the broken replacements. As my heart grew sad and weary I casted her from my heart for giving me this pain and suffering. Chatting with her one evening I became cold and insensitive, trying my best to push her away from me for good. Deep down I could feel my heart crying out for me to stop hurting her, but I didn't listen I just continued to lash out cruelly without thinking twice. Though a while passed and I apologized, though forgiven I could not forgive myself, but as time progressed I let go of that hate for myself and we reunited as boyfriend and girlfriend. Passing a week it was different from before. An emptiness about our words, but as said, "I love you" the fullness was there, but her warmth changed as if lukewarm to a cold. Going into another week, I felt sadness and curiosity. As a result I marked myself of depression, it only got more serious from there, but soon simmered. From what had happened she told me she got a "Dose of reality." From there it only got worse. "I love you, but I'm too young to be in a long term relationship." She told me. Although I agreed I felt my heart shatter into bits. I told her I was fine and didn't hear from her for weeks upon weeks, but as those weeks went on water trickled from my eyes and I lost interest in things. Though as time went on I began to recover from this anguish. Then as I talked to her one day and she asked how I've been and I told her truthfully about what had happened and why I was pushing her away. Then she told me why she broke up with me and that she regrets it. Although I'd want to become her boyfriend again, I will not, for I have recovered and now I am ready to move on with my life.
What I said was I let her go, but I said I'd wait for her. During the time I waited for her I saw other people, but to me they were only broken replacements.
