Ellison
I told myself I wouldn’t think about the way my heart was hurting. I told myself it doesn’t matter that he couldn’t give me the one thing I wanted. But it didn’t matter, not to my heart. Somewhere along the line I had started to feel for him, more than the unhealthy obsession I had for him. I had started to see him. His moods, his eyes, his threats and his arguments. I had started to like them. I had started to like him. And I had wanted for him to give me more, to give us a chance. But once again faith played a cruel game, like the time when I had thought I finally had a nice family with nice siblings. This time too I was wrong when I had thought that he was the man for me. He wasn’t. He couldn’t be. He wanted to walk all over me, but I won’t allow it. I am not that person. I won
