No Strings

Holly.

I was his. He was mine.
I loved him and he loved me.
Simple, right?
Wrong.
He knew I would be leaving for college after the summer.
He told me that he understood.
He only had to give me three years—wait three years until I graduated.
He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He didn’t.
He had the time to say goodbye, but he never gave me that option.
I tried to move on.
I failed.
In the end, I chose to never give up.
On him.
On me.
I chose to never give up on us.

Devon.

I thought I did the right thing that day.
Isn’t that what they say? You make a sacrifice and do the right thing for the people you love, even if it means you’ll live to regret your decision later on in life?
Well, that’s what I did.
At the time, the right thing seemed like the only thing, but it was a mistake.
One of the biggest mistakes I would ever make.
In the end, I broke her heart. Hell. I broke my own.
My life always went the same way.
I loved.
I lost.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.