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i was never in love with hemlock. i was in love with a boy who had honor and integrity, who was considerate and who always kept his promises. i was in love with a boy who valued our friendship over almost anything and who was in love with me too. i was in love with someone in my head, who never existed at all. it's a sickening realization. the real hemlock broke every promise he ever made to me, then stopped speaking to me when i broke only one. (it's true that i stopped speaking to him first, but it doesn't matter. it's the thought that counts.) so why does it still hurt so much? |