Him~
Him.
He made my heart flutter.
My knees go weak.
My heart beat race.
He was all I thought about.
He was all I wanted.
He was in ccontrol and he knew it.
I thought I was special, but I wasn't.
I thought I was what he wanted, but I wasn't.
So I watched as he treated every girl the same way.
Although I'd never admit it, my heart would break every time I saw him with a new girl.
All I could think was, who was he to have this control over my heart?
And the thing was he was him and all it took for me to lose control of myself was..
Him.
-Penni
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