You know those typical love stories where the good girl falls for the bad guy. I didn't expect that to happen in real life especially to someone like me. I was smart, but I guess no one's really smart when it comes to love, everyone becomes a fool. And just like those cliché type of love stories, I fell for the bad guy.
I usually have answers to anything, but why it had to be you would remain a mystery to me forever.
Being with you was like trying to solve for X and Y in a Math problem. It was complicated, but I chose to stay even when everybody left. I believed that there's goodness in everyone and you were not an exemption. Those times that I spent with you, I saw a glimpse of light; you were not so bad after all. People judged you.
And like in the movies, I thought that I can finally change the bad boy in you. But it was just not possible. I was not the leading lady in my own movie. Life threw a rock at me and woke me up from my dream. I learned why you were called bad and it was because you were notorious for breaking hearts for pure fun. I thought we were different, or that you were different and that I was, too. After all we've been through, it just has to end in a painful way—with you breaking my heart.
I was not the leading lady in my own movie. Life threw a rock at me and woke me up from my dream.
If there was a reason on why you hurt me, I thing I would never know. You were damaged. I felt that you were broken, too, but that doesn't give you the right to break others and make them feel pain as wll. You once said that you were destructive, maybe you were, maybe you weren't. But if there's one thing I learned from you, it's that I should never fall in love with bad boys. Never again.