Story of My Life

Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved a boy. They were happy and the girl felt as if she were on top of the world. He’d given her the most amazing feeling. With him, she felt invincible. When they were together, the sky was bluer and the Oregon sun was brighter. Green forests and crystal lakes no longer seemed to be a prison to the former pessimist. There were no clouds when she was with him. But once upon a time, the girl lost it all. Once upon a time, that girl was me.1

It wasn't his fault, really. He was incredibly wonderful. I swear, he would've given me the world had I asked. There was nothing he wouldn't have done for me. I was his one true love and he was mine. That was the way things were supposed to be, right?2

I wish that things had turned out the way they should have. Sam would've been the most incredible person to spend the rest of my life with. He was sweet, gorgeous, and funny. He could make me smile on my lowest days with that uplifting smile of his. What I would give to see that light again. What I would give to see him again.3

I screwed up big time. I had the chance to be happy for the rest of my life. He would've given me a blissful life with few complications. He never liked to fight with me. Sam always said it was because he loved me too much to stay mad.4

I feel terrible. He was always such a sweet guy. He never raised his voice at anyone. Not once. I swear, if it was possible to be completely and totally passive with absolutely no temper whatsoever, that was Sam. He liked everyone and nearly everyone liked him. I, personally, don't see anything unlikable about him. But I'm also the stupid bitch that left the best thing that ever happeneed to her. Who am I to judge? It was me that deserted him.5

I regret it every day. I should've stepped through that door when it opened two years ago. It would've been an amazing door too. Through that door would have been years of success, happiness, and possibly even a family. I could've had all that.6

You want to know what I did instead? I walked away. Story of my life.