Losing Your Memory

The damage is done, the police are coming too slow now, I would have died, I would have loved you all my life, you're losing your memory now.


2. Him.

Who is he? His name is Thomas, but he prefers Tom and I've known him all my life, well for the parts that were remotely okay of it. So that means about three years. He's the only real friend I have and we like it this way. He doesn't know my secret, just because he's my best friend doesn't mean he's an exception. That doesn't mean he won't leave me when he finds out like my mother. I like to think if I told him he'd stay, but I couldn't be certain. I couldn't risk it. Little did I know I was going to lose him anyway.

Over the years we'd grown close, too close. He told me everything and I told him almost everything. He told me when he had a crush on someone, when he asked her out and how. And I was here to boost his confidence when they'd say no. Or here to help him in his relationship when they said yes. I wasn't really the best at relationships, in all honestly they kind of scared me. The thought of love scared me, probably because I'd never really experienced it from my parents.

Tom was like a brother to me, when I had no one he was there for me. And if someone broke my heart he was always there to break their faces for me. Not literally. I think.

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