The First Crash

Her presence, I always wanted. With a face I thought kissed by an angel, and an attitude kissed by the devil, but sweet to me. She was my first real love. With a bond that lasted exactly 364 days. She changed on me, she became something we all hated. She just wouldn't believe me when I told her she is worthy. She had a big dream, a bad one, but still one nonetheless. She wanted to be popular, she felt if she could be popular, she would feel at least a little important. It all changed, when she got the chance. She knew she had one shot to make this right, and immediately, she lost herself. She got what she wanted, yes, but it came with a side effect of makeup, lack of trust, and a personality so fake she couldn't be recognized. Of course, I loved her through it, so did she. Then there came a day, where she felt to become more popular, she needs to drop her boyfriend. That she did, the day before anniversary. That was the night I had my first crash.