Heartbroken

July 23, 2011
There I was. Standing there. Watching him with that other girl. I wanted to runaway and cry my eyes out, but as always, I was being strong. Every night, all I think about is him and when the sun shines in his eyes, they sparkle like the blue sea. The way his hair just falls in the right place makes me love him even more. I always asked God “Why did he choose her? What’s wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough?” These thoughts just kept coming up in my head. 


July 31, 2011 
I saw him again with that girl. This broke my heart even more. The more I saw him with her, the more my heart hurt. Every Time they hugged or kissed, I still wanted to runaway and cry. His eyes still sparkled like the blue sea. His hair still fell in place perfectly. He was the definition of perfect. He was smart, nice, funny, and charming. There was nothing else I could do to get him back. He was madly in love with her. I felt useless. I felt unwanted. I felt unloved.



This was her last journal entry. Unfortunately, she had killed herself. Her name shall be kept a secret, but in the end, he loved her just as much as she loved him. The reason why he “loved” another girl was to make this girl love him even more.