We went our separate ways, my body shaking and I wish I could say it was the cold but the tears burned as I closed the door behind me to rush to the bathroom. My clothes were torn out as if they were burning me before walking into the shower to open the tap as I held everything in. Cold water sprayed on me, my skin as if needles stabbing at it over and over again and that was when I let them fall.
It hurt, it hurt like hell.
I leaned on the tile, the warm water raining over my body as I cried my heart out not even sure why I was crying. Why the hell was I crying? I had known he did not want me, he had stated clearly how he did not want to date and there I was throwing myself at him yet how it hurt to love him so much and get my love thrown at my face. Why did I keep throwing mysel
