We had met at a youth group a mere year ago. He was my age, tall and blonde. His hair was soft and his eyes sharp and a deep sea blue. He was muscular but gentle and his smile lit up his face. We hit it off immediately, talking about anything and everything. We had been friends for 3 months when he asked me out. I said yes. Our relationship was goals. we were passionate about each other and were never seen apart. We did everything together and he bought me gifts on a weekly basis. It was like a small flame turned into a forest fire. But all fires burn out if no one gives it more fuel. That's what happened to us. He didn't feed the fire and I ran out of fuel. We had been dating for 9 months. Then, on our anniversary, he told me he had met another girl. They had been texting and had hung out and he didn't love me anymore. And just like that the fire sizzled to a stop.
He left a year ago. Sometimes I see him on the street with the girl he left me for. I hope he is happy because I am now. I met another guy who is deeply in love with me. But more importantly he is in love with God. He treats me like a queen when all I asked for was to be a princess.
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