Mattheo Riddle

September, the month of spring .. everything was supposed to be perfect. The rain fell on my arms, my brown hair all wet, my eyes full of tears, why? I had him in front of me and I couldn't even claim anything, he had decided to cheat on me, what was I missing? Why had he decided to leave me with all the love in my hands? I dropped the bouquet of roses to the floor, I was ruined, he looked at me and for the first time, the shine that I had in my eyes when I saw him, I stopped having it, and then he knew that he had lost me completely. matt: H-love ... it's not what it seems .. he approached me with trembling hands, grabbed the bouquet and gave it to me in my hand, my tears fell but I just backed away from him before speaking {{user}} : W-why?