My name is Dana, I'm 17 and I've been in love with Luke since 2012
Now you’re screaming, “I don’t love you, and I never did. You’re just a number in my pocket so get the hell over it.”
Help a sister out. I’ll buy you donuts from dunkin and some iced coffee
Hey guys! So, Imber read over this and gave me the confidence to post it! She said it was good, and I hope y'all think the same thing! It’s based off of “Everything I Didn’t Say” as you can tell by the title. I didn’t make it specific to any boy, so let your imagination run wild! Please let me know what you think of it by coming to visit my ask which is located here. Thanks for reading, and give me some feedback. Special thanks to Imber for reading it when it was a mess!
“This is Everything I Didn’t Say…”
4 months. It’d been 4 months since his world shattered. 4 months since his heart was irreparably broken. 4 months since he’d given up on love. 4 months since he’d stopped caring. 4 months since she left…
His phone alarm went off, and he turned it off with a groan. “So it begins,” he mumbled in a bitter, uncaring tone. He just laid in bed, reminiscing. After all, that’s all he could do after 4 months. Any chance of her coming back was a mere hope at this point. Like he did every morning since that day, he pondered calling her. After a few minutes, he threw his phone down. She would probably let it go to voicemail, anyways.
He finally rolled out of bed and sat at the kitchen counter, absentmindedly sipping coffee. He wanted to blame it on her. Wanted to say that it was all her fault. In reality, it was quite the opposite. She was perfect and it was his fault she left. He knew that now, but wished he’d realized it about 6 months ago. That’s when it all started to go downhill for them.
At the beginning of their relationship, they were every bit the loved up, puppy-eyed young coupled. When they moved in together, they were on top of the world. He’d come home from the studio and dinner would be sitting on the counter. They’d eat at the table, and do dishes; she’d wash and he’d dry. Once a week, he’d come home with her favorite flowers. She’d beam at him, give him a kiss and put them in a vase to be used as a centerpiece. On the rare weekends he’d be home, they’d make breakfast and lounge around watching movies all day.
As the deadline for the album grew closer, they grew further apart. He’d stay in the studio later and miss dinner. When he came home, there would be a note about how she missed him and dinner would be in the microwave. He kept every single one of those notes. They were sitting on top of his bedside table bound together with a rubber band. Then the notes stopped, and she only left food. Then she stopped leaving dinner for him.
Instead of bringing her flowers every week, it slowly turned into every other week, then maybe once a month. They never made breakfast together anymore, as he was still sleeping and she got tired of waiting around for him. He spent every weekend he was off holed up in the studio; leaving her to sit alone all day. The “I love you’s” were few and far between. He knew it was getting bad, he just wasn’t aware of how bad.
When he opened the door to their apartment at 1:30 am, and found her sitting on the couch, his heart dropped. On the floor beside her sat a suitcase, and her coat was draped over the arm of the couch. She started saying how she felt like she didn’t matter to him anymore. He’d fought back, repeatedly saying he loved her.She’d countered by saying he spend more time in the studio than he did at home and demanded him to recall the last time they had a real conversation. The worst part? He couldn’t remember.
She’d put on her coat, grabbed her suitcase and headed toward the front door. He’d grabbed her around the wrist, demanding she stay; with tears in the corners of his eyes. She removed herself from his grip and put a hand on his cheek. She’d said, “I’ll always love you and you’ll always have a place in my heart. I just can’t do this anymore. I need to be with someone who can be with me, and you need someone who can put up with your schedule. I have to go. With that, she kissed his cheek, walked out the front door, jumped in her car and drove away. Little did she know, she was driving away with a piece of his heart.
After that, he threw himself into working on the album, eating little and sleeping even less.He became bitter and cynical, refuting everyone’s claims that what he was doing was unhealthy. He was so proud when the album hit #1 on iTunes in 37 countries. From there, he went on tour. A tour which sold out in mere minutes, mind you. After every show, he’d sit on the bus with just his thoughts to occupy his mind.
He’d go back and do it all all again if he could. He’d give up long nights in the studio, he’d wake up earlier in the mornings and make sure he was home on the weekends. If he could do it again, he’d go home tonight and wrap her up in his arms. he knew they’d meet up again someday, but until then, she had his heart and there was no way he was getting it back.
Guys please. ILL BUY YOU GIRL SCOUT COOKIES IF I GET ONE MORE FOLLOWER.
HOLY SHIT. YOU GUYS, IM ONLY 2 FROM 1.1K. HELP A SISTER OUT MAAAAAN.
Hey guys! My girl Kirsten is only 8 from 1.8K & if you follow her she said SHE’LL SUCK YOUR DICKS. GO GO GO. Maybe if you’re really nice, she’ll follow you baaaaack?! PLEASE FOLLOW HER. K-DAWG IS V SWAGGY & THIRSTY FOR LASHTON AND MALUM. GO FOLLOW HERRRRR
IM 20 AWAY FROM 1K. YOU GUYS ARE HELLA RAD.