I once loved a boy who didn't love me back.

I once loved a boy who treated me like a piece of paper; he folded me in half. Once, twice, three times, over and over, until I was so small, that noone even knew I was there. He sliced through me every time we were together. He cut me up into small paper dolls, five point stars, long jagged strips. Until I was nothing but a ripped paper heart.

I once loved a boy who never spoke the truth; his smile was so deceiving, and his eyes were an endless tunnel of what I thought was love. Oh how I was wrong. I became caught up in his twisted lies. I believed everything he said. Every single fucking word.

I once loved a boy who knew pi to twenty three digits after the decimal point; he also knew the approximate distance from the earth to the sun and the height of Mount Kilimanjaro. But what he couldn't remember, was my birthday.

I once loved a boy who lived for the surf; he always wore his surf lifesaving jacket, and devoted all of his weekends to saving the lives of others. His hair always felt ragged and covered in grains of sand, and he smelt like the ocean; salty, distant, and vast.

I once loved a boy who never took off his sunglasses; he said that it was a 'screw you' statement. But I knew better. I knew that his sunglasses were his shield, protecting him from anyone ever seeing who he really was. Protecting him from anyone ever seeing the devastation in his eyes. Protecting him from anyone, and anything, that could possibly hurt him.

I once loved a boy who I never really knew; he never really knew me either. We were both so afraid of letting each other in, that we both ended up, on the outside.

I once loved a boy who needed me way more than he realised; I was just his band-aid, covering up the pain of his wound. I was just his cement, sealing up the crack in his heart. I was just his soil, filling up the hole in his world. The pain, the crack, the hole, that his sister had left when she died.

I once loved a boy who dreamt of becoming a rock star; he carried his guitar around with him everywhere. He sang to me as I fell asleep in the back of his father's pick up truck. He promised me that one day, we would travel the world together. Just me, him, and his guitar.

I once loved a boy who didn't love me back.