I thought as I haven’t done a story in a while and struggling to write for a topic for Teenagers Life Crisis. I just thought I might as well to do a story for now hoping that it will help me out just a bit.
It was that one night on Monday 27th November 2017 going into Tuesday 28th November 2017 you soon realised your head wasn’t going to let you sleep due to the amount of crying you had done before that. Normally crying sends you to sleep because it wears your body out. Well normally works with me anyway but then again I hadn’t had much sleep for three nights before that anyway.
Why was this one so different? Out of the four nights why did this stuck out like a sore thumb? Then I turn to be on my side; the side that I would face if he was there laying next to me, like he once would of have done before he had told me as soon as I came out of my deep dark depression that he was off again to serve again. I felt like my heart was just been ripped out of me like I was in Once Upon a Time; it felt like I was just about to get better when he decided to tell me, there and then that when he was going.
It felt like just yesterday that he didn’t tell me or what he was doing when he wanted me to be with him all those weeks ago; then a public engagement went out to the whole world to know that he was going to marry her, the women he did not actually want to be with…..