He didn’t know why or how it happened, but one day it just stopped. Sure, she was still pretty, but his love just ended. It actually was rather awful. He looked back in the past to the girls he used to like and thought that maybe he still did. The one he called ‘Heart Breaker’ and another girl who had just said no, but flirted with him constantly.

But none of them were her. He didn’t understand why he stopped loving her, it just sort of died and was put out. Like a lighted matched that was blown out.

He wanted to love her, but something had made him stop. Maybe it was the way they always seemed to fight, or how he thought she loved someone else, or how he believed that she deserved someone better.

But he was an adolescent and he guessed in a few years he’d want to love her again.

His brain began to ask him why she was so great anyways. What made her so remarkable? Why was he so attracted to her?

Of course he didn’t know the answer. Without reason to accompany his thoughts, he asked her those questions.

She replied. “You’re right. I don’t know what you saw in me. I’m nothing special or pretty. I’m actually a bore. You flattered me constantly and I guess I adored that idea, but please, don’t stop loving me.”

That frustrated him. She couldn’t love him but could love his compliments?

In that moment of being caught up and flustered he spat back, “So you want me to love someone who only likes the compliments I give? What’s wrong with you?”

And he immediately regretted it. He heard her soft cries and he realized it had been one of the biggest mistakes of his life. Remember how he wanted to make her laugh? His request changed for any solution that would get her to stop crying. He would do anything. Even lie.

So he did. He told her that he had made a silly mistake and still had feelings for her. All was good for the time being. But he didn’t know how long he could keep up these lies. Him loving her was a fake story, and one that was not easily filled with facts. So he told her the truth.

And that really killed her. He broke her heart and she was wounded and injured, like a flightless bird. What? Not all birds wish to sing and fly forever. Love had destroyed her and she couldn’t imagine trusting anyone again. She felt betrayed and told him so. And then she built her walls higher and higher. He was not let in ever again.

© Kacey Writes