Nopony will ever love me for who I am. Nopony will ever love me. Not the way he did...
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I stare at a photo of me and my ex-coltfriend Ember Flame. Tears flood my eyes as I stare at the image. Even though we remained friends that doesn’t mean I still miss being with him. I miss being there for him, I miss him cheering me up when I would feel down, I miss doing things with him.
But even then, I was a horrible marefriend to him. I was selfish at times, even overdramatic. I just wish I could’ve treated him better. I wish I treated him the way I should have in the first place.
I sat the photo down as I ran my hooves through my mane, sobbing. I was so lucky to have such a caring and kind coltfriend such as him. I doubt I would ever find someone like that again. Nopony would love me the way he did. I don’t even deserve to be loved.
I silently snarled and forcefully closed the photo album with a dull snap, tears threatening to drip down my face. I grabbed a box off to the side and dropped the photo album inside, along with the matching bracelet I made for him. It felt like I never really took it off until now. I got up and went around my room, grabbing everything that reminded me of him, and shoved it all in the box as well. I then closed the box and tapped a piece of paper on it that said “Broken Heart” on it. I picked up the box, dropping it inside my closet, and then ran to my bed sobbing.
I plopped onto my bed, curling into a ball as I grabbed my pillow and clung onto it tightly.
No more. No more cuddling. No more late-night movies. No more saying “I love you”. I wish I cherished those moments more than I did, I never knew how much they would mean to me.