I was happy when my legs finally touched the ground. My braids were up in a messy bun and I was in my normal clothes.
I grabbed my bag and left the airport. I was happy to be going to my new apartment. With the help of my mom she helped find me my new apartment.
When I looked out the window there on the Billboard it was him, his new movie was coming out and I sat there dumbstrucked, he was a whole movie star and I never knew that. Everything came back on what he said to me You are correct, I might be your stalker or you might be the stalker you never know. For I fear of being recognised since I’m a celebrity. Atleast on that part he was honest.
The cab dropped me off at my apartment. The boxes were everywhere at least a fudge and a bed where place at their own places.
I dropped my bag on the floor, I fell on the floor next to my bag and cried.
I was shattered and broken so much that I was ready to give up in love and everything else that comes with it.
I was done trying, I was done being a fool over. How can not see the signs? Where there even signs? But of course a hunk like him can never be single and I was naive to have fallen for his lies.
Which makes me wonder on how I never even noticed or was I so desperate for someone to actually want me?
Was I even wrong to want to be loved?