My F I V E Leaf Clover

Hope

I’m not sure how to tell the story of my second. I can start by telling you all that this one hurt the most, that this one filled me up with something more distasteful than hatred, and a much bitter feeling than heartbreak. This one wouldn’t stop giving me hope. Hope that her and I would live in the country together. Hope that her and I would have the most beautiful kids together, just hope that we would last forever. Her emerald green and hazelnut eyes told the most beautiful lies, her smile gave the best feeling of false security, and the way she spoke… God! The way she spoke, it’s like she was meant to be a politician, I mean both give the most deceitful promises. My second clover honestly felt so wrong, being with her gave me the best adrenaline rush, the kind you get when you’re doing something you’re not supposed to be. With her there were so many limitations and conditions but you couldn’t leave, you just couldn’t. It’s like with one look or false promise she could suck you back into her clutches, back into her life, and I’ll be honest I went back every time. I couldn’t get enough of her hope, I just couldn’t get enough of compromising everything I held dear for her hope. Problem was each and every passing day came with another broken promise, and as each promise turned over and was found empty, the void in my hear grew larger. It grew larger till I truly couldn’t fill it myself. I was completely taken over by the void when I found out your greatest lie, your most deceitful promise. That I wasn’t the only one hope gave herself up to…