strikinghelix

This isn't for you. It's for me. Don't even bother reading any further.

Many years ago, when I was little more than a boy, I saw a beautiful girl.
I didn't know anything about her at the time, but the image of her face that night will remain with me always. Several weeks later, we met by chance. That night, I cast my spell on her. I gathered all the strength and wit and charm and energy and power that life had given me and I set upon her with full force, intending to make her mine. As always, it worked. She fell for me completely and utterly, although I failed to see it.
We became friends, and the years passed. Much happened that is beyond the scope of what I wish to say. She remained bound to me.
About a year and a half ago, when I was no longer a boy, she finally came to me, meek and wounded.
We shared many things and changed in many ways. The part of myself I had placed inside her heart so long ago began to grow, and she built a dream around me.
Yesterday, she woke up from that dream, and I was cut from that heart like a cancer.
Have you ever broken someone's heart? I have.

I don't want to impress you. I don't want your fucking sympathy. So just fuck off.