I don’t even know what’s real anymore. I just crave something deeper than what I’m surrounded with and I guess I just can’t figure out why other people don’t as well.

All these artificial relationships around me make me sick. The girls that gossip about each other but can always be found going out as a group on a Friday night.

The boys that tell their girls that they love them but can always be found hooking up with a different one behind her back every week.

It’s all slowing tearing me apart.

“I love you.”

Three words strung together with hope, promise, and sincerity. A collection of words that would flow from your lips directly into my soul and soothe all of my fears and anxieties.

I didn’t just hear those words and recognize the meaning, I took them to heart. I believed it as a truth and let those words control my happiness.

We were the couple that everyone strived to be, the epitome of relationship goals, so in love and lucky to have each other, the couple everyone put bets on when we would get married and how many kids we would have.

We were the model for everyone who saw us, but that’s only because they never saw what was really going on between us behind the scenes, they only saw the outside.

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What It Actually Means to Have an Honest Kind of Love

I don’t even know what’s real anymore. I just crave something deeper than what I’m surrounded with and I guess I just can’t figure out why other people don’t as well.

All this superficial love shit is crazy.

Because of Our Relationship, I Learned What the Word Strong Meant

“I love you.”