Possessive Lies — Seven Years Of Memories

Jared looked down in an instant to comfort her. She's just a friend. We had spent seven years sharing more than 3,000 days and nights filled with countless arguments and moments of finding our way back to each other. Yet in the end, all I was to him was a friend.

I thought I would cry, but strangely, not a single tear fell. Maybe when the pain became too much to bear, people didn't even have the strength to make a sound. I took out my phone and opened my camera roll.

I'm Jared's girlfriend of seven years. the first photo was from our college orientation jared stood on stage playing the guitar and the moment he finished singing he confessed his feelings to me in front of everyone the second was from the year we graduated when he spent his entire first paycheck on a necklace for

me he had fumbled as he put it on me and promised me he would give me the life i The third was when I had a 104-degree fever. He carried me on his back to the hospital, looking franted with worry. The fourth was last New Year's Eve.

He stood in my family's kitchen, helping prepare dinner, his hands covered in He told my parents, Don't worry. I'll take good care of her for the rest of my life.