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She woke up crying in the middle of the night, again. We all have scars and hers were made by words that felt like knives. Sadly, some of the scars were not made that way.

She met him in school, they had friends in common. They liked each other a lot, so he asked her out on a date, obviously she said yes. He was everything she wanted and was beyond happy when she became his. Of course, being a teen you are sure you know what you want, even though, you don’t.

Everything was great, he was sweet, really sweet. Of course, he changed. It started little by little. Just small things, nothing that would make her set the red flags way up high, where they belonged from the beginning.

He was funny, most of the times, and when she wouldn’t laugh at one of his jokes he would get really angry and start saying awful things to her, so she learned that every time he made one, she had to laugh. She thought they were a master piece and felt really guilty for tearing it up, with little actions that ‘’hurt’’ him.

She was not used to being hugged, you could say she’s kind of cold in that aspect. Yet, she learned the hard way to never say no to a hug, or a kiss, or even to hold hands in public.

Sometimes he would call and ask who she was with. And suddenly the ‘’sometimes’’ became an everyday thing. He pulled her away from her friends.

She could have told him what he wanted to hear, but truth always got in the way. So he would always recriminate her everything she did wrong, even when it wasn’t her fault. He was always so casually cruel, in the name of being honest.

She thought she was fine and suddenly she would be completely shattered and scattered in pieces. When she was at her lowest, he would disappear. And every second was like torture. There were a million reason why she should have given him up, but the heart wants what it wants. She ignored every advice given.

One day, she hit rock bottom. He wanted to have the best of both worlds and it was just too much for her to handle, so she left. She never came back. And hand over heart, she prayed to make it out alive.

She still remembers when she broke the news to her family. Her father was begging her to take him back, every day. For about a month. The conversation was always the same…

‘’Hey, just thought you should know he called, again. He sounds sad, whatever it was, I’m sure you can work it out’’

And with that, she would leave the room. The begging stopped when they realized how better off she was without him.

People say regrets collect like old friends, yet, he is not one of hers. Maybe he should be her biggest one, but she can’t see it that way. He broke her, like all of his promises. But truth be told, she’s grateful. This would be her modern version of a fairytale, where there’s no happy ending. But she’s young, and she can’t imagine a life without breathless moments.