It's been 6 months since I last saw her. We were doing fine. I loved her and she loved me, no drama or complicated stories. Just a boy and a girl that met during high school, started talking, became friends and then fell for each other, as simple as that. It didn't become boring. Maybe because we were both used to being bored. What happened? I'm sure that's what you are wondering. Well... Nothing, to be honest. It faded. What I once called love suddenly disapeared without a trace. As it faded it took away the perfect girl that lived deep inside my imagination. I started to get annoyed by her presence. Her beauty faded. Her words were not soothing anymore. I stopped being the last to say goodnight and the first to say good morning. I once believed the word "forever" was something beatiful to hear, but now I know it's a sadistic lie. Nothing lasts forever. When I told her I didn't love her anymore she said she knew. She said she saw the glitter in my eyes disappear from day to day. I don't miss her. And I sure know she doesn't miss me. But I sure do miss being innocent and fragile. Thank you for reading guys! It's a fake story so don't worry. I just decided I wanted to write something dramatic and sad.