автор: Ghoul

She was perfect – he was just a guy. She was in love – he just wanted sex. She said “I love you”. He said “I love you too”.
She believed. She gave him everything she had – her heart, her soul, her body. He used it all. And then he threw it all away. She said “I need you”. He said “I don`”. He left. She stood there. In the rain. Tears were pouring down her face. Mixing with the rain. They washed away the pain. They washed away the love. “No”, she said. “There` no love. Just people who need attention and people who can take care of themselves”. There wasn` a romantic girl. Not anymore. She never ever felt that feeling. Something inside was gone. Something like her heart.
Years passed. She grew. All alone. Never with a boy. She met a man one day. She recognized the boy. The first, the last. He looked at her. And deep inside those eyes he tried to find the little perfect girl. It was all in vain. She wasn` his girl – she was a woman. She didn’t love him – she loved only herself. It wasn’t raining – the sun was bright. He took her hand. She didn`t even tremble. He said “I loved you”. She said “Well now I don`t”. He said “I needed you”. She said “You needed only yourself”. He said “I missed you”. “No”, she said. “You missed the company inside your bed”. She passed him by. Said ironically “Goodbye”. He stood there, staring back at her. Thinking there`s no love. Thinking there`s just pain.