Brianna

"And one day you get hurt enough where you realize you don’t need anyone. You never had, but you fell in love, and the very idea of them made your heart light and your head dizzy. You blatantly fell in love with the idea of being loved and it became so cosmic that nothing else mattered. You put so much into that person that your ideal belief became a risk, all for the touch of light in your heart that made you feel cared about. That consumed you. And then you lost yourself in a pair of brown eyes and a heart that didn’t skip a beat at your touch. Then just like dominoes the preexisting thought of that person starts to fade and the way they provided a dose of self-sufficiency became nonexistent. And you became nothing to them. You were dropped like a shell into the ocean and you sank with the full force of gravity pulling you down. The water is over your head now and it’s hard to breathe. It just never made sense why they dropped you, now you’re on the ocean floor looking back up at your old life through a cloudy surface of salt water. The sand is filling you and the salt scratches your throat as you try to scream out for them to come back. But you’re a left behind shell among thousands. That is your first death."