My Heart Beats Louder

So I was hanging out with this guy I liked. And as we were laying in his bed just about to kiss for the very first time, he just gets up and runs to his closet. So I’m just sitting there waiting and he grabs a stethoscope. And he comes back to the bed and places the stethoscope on his heart and gives me the ear pieces. And he goes, “I want you to hear how fast my heart beats when you kiss me.” And honestly, it’s the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.

When we met, you knew how fragile I was because of my past relationships. You were so charming and gentle that after a few weeks, I gave in. You promised me that you would never hurt me. You always did and said the right things. Things that make me melt and go crazy in love with you. You made me feel so beautiful, amazing and confident.

For the first time in my life, I thought I found the perfect guy and I couldn’t wish for more. We started talking about our future together, planning our trips and how beautiful our kids will be. The fairy-tale lasted for about four months.

And then something changed.

After you realized that I was in love with you, you slowly started to lose interest. You hurt me a thousand times. You humiliated me in front of your friends and families. You began to see my flaws and even though you loved them before, they started to annoy you. You drifted away on purpose. And instead of breaking up with me and telling me you don’t love me anymore, you chose to hurt me until I shatter into a million pieces and there wasn’t a single day when I didn’t cry myself to sleep.

When I wanted to leave you, you were crying for two hours and begged me to stay. So I did. Only to give you the chance to break up with me a few days later like I was nothing. You wanted me to stay just for you to dump me.

But it didn’t end there.

You were free and out with girls all the time. And when you felt like I was finally doing well on my own, you texted me just to make me feel miserable again. It took me almost eight months to finally see who you really are. You’re the worst, literally. Thanks for leaving. It was the best thing you could do to me. Your girlfriend after me told me that you put a stethoscope on your chest and gave her the ear pieces while saying, “I want you to hear how fast my heart beats when you kiss me.”

Our first kiss moment flashed through my head. We’re sitting on your bed, facing each other. And you hand me your stethoscope ear pieces. And you went, “I want you to hear how fast my heart beats when you kiss me.” And honestly, it’s the worst thing that ever happened to me.


About the Author

Yjah Yves is the assistant manager of Posche Models International. She started writing short stories when she was 13 summers old. Yjah does not only write in her diary, she also writes novels. She is actually just a bunch of butterflies wearing a dress. Visit her writings on instagram: @dreaming_yjah and blog site:

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