Well, let me tell you a story. It’s about that boy, you know, the one from the next village. He used to come over here all the time.
He told me that he loved me. Just like that, out of the blue. Can you believe it? A young’un like him saying such things. But that’s how it all started.
He Said He Loved Me
First time he said it, I didn’t know what to think. We were just sitting there, and he blurted it out. He told me that he loved me just like that, clear as day. I mean, we knew each other, sure, but love? That’s a big word.
He kept saying it, too. Not just once or twice, but all the time. Every time we were together, he’d say it again. “I love you,” just like that. Didn’t matter where we were or what we were doing. And you know what? After a while, I started to believe it.
- He said it when we were walking by the river.
- He said it when we were sitting on the porch.
- He said it when he was just looking at me.
It was like a song, always playing. And it made me feel… well, it made me feel something. Something I hadn’t felt before. He just kept saying it, over and over again. He told me that he loved me so many times, I lost count. I mean, who wouldn’t start believing it after a while?
Was It Real?
But sometimes, I’d wonder, was it real? Was he just saying it? He was always calling or texting me, asking to get together. Did he really mean it, or was it just words? Young folks these days, they say things they don’t mean. But he seemed so sure, so serious. He always had a smile for me, you know? Like I was the only one in the room.
He’d bring me little things, too. Nothing fancy, just little things he thought I’d like. And he always wanted to know about my family, my friends. Like he really cared. He even made time for me. He was always busy with one thing or another, but he always, always made time for me. I thought that meant something, that he really cared about me. He told me that he loved me, and it felt good to be wanted like that.
- Always smiling at me, like I was sunshine.
- Calling and texting all the time, just to chat.
- Little gifts, nothing big, but they meant a lot.
- Making time for me, even when he was busy.
What Did I Do?
So, what did I do? I did what any woman would do. I started saying it back. I mean, he said it so much, it felt natural to say it, too. “I love you, too,” I’d say. And each time, it felt a little more real, a little more true. Like it was something growing inside me, something real and strong.
I started telling him I loved him, too. It felt good, saying it out loud. It was like a secret we shared. He told me that he loved me, and I told him right back. It was our thing.
But, see, here’s the thing. Saying it and meaning it, those are two different things. I thought I meant it. I really did. But love, real love, that’s more than just words. It’s more than just saying it over and over. It is hard to understand, I mean. Maybe he really loved me, I don’t know.
What Happened Next
Then one day, he just… stopped. No more “I love yous.” No more calls. No more texts. Nothing. Just gone. Like he vanished into thin air. I was upset of course. One day he kept saying that he loved me, the other day, he was gone like a wind.
And me? I was left here, wondering what happened. Did I do something wrong? Did he find someone else? Or did he just… stop loving me? I just couldn’t figure it out. He told me that he loved me, and then he was gone. Just like that.
- No more “I love yous.”
- No more calls or texts.
- Just… gone.
It hurt, I won’t lie. It felt like a piece of me was missing. I kept thinking about all the times he said he loved me. All those words, all those promises. Where did they all go? I was so sad, and angry. How could he do this to me? Why did he say those words if he didn’t mean it. Why? He told me that he loved me, and I believed him. I really believed him.
What Now?
Now, I’m just here, trying to pick up the pieces. Trying to forget about him, about all those “I love yous.” It’s hard, though. Real hard. You don’t just forget something like that. I still think about him, all the time. I wonder where he is, what he’s doing. I wonder if he ever thinks about me.
But life goes on, right? That’s what they say. You just gotta keep moving, keep living. So that’s what I’m doing. Trying to move on, trying to forget. But it’s not easy. Not easy at all. He told me that he loved me, and a part of me will always remember that. That’s all I can say. That’s my story.
