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A place where every time you breathe a wish comes true I want to be where love is real And memories of distant days come to life again My good lord. I haven't updated, or posted or done anything of the like in so long... I had a great boyfriend. Had. He broke up with me using the explaination "I don't want to hurt you." How sad? Everyone tells me how much better I can do and how he's not worth it. But he was worth forgiving the first time he fucked me over. And the second. Hell, even the third. At first he told me he was leaving me to do drugs... that was okay, I could have lived with that. I would have known he was headed down the path that I wanted nothing to do with... but then he switched it up a bit. I know this is scary and I know that I'm a retard for even thinking this, but I thought I was falling for him. Emphasis: thought. You know what sucks most? Is I can't be open about how I feel. I want to call him and let him know that I'm hurting, but him and his friend seem to be the type of people that get off to knowing that they're hurting people. His friend came into work today (and yesterday) and I wanted to scream... I couldn't react at all though. He'd run back to Josh and they'd have a good hearty chuckle about it. I wonder if he's even remourseful.. at all. I want to know if he's even giving me a second thought. I doubt he's even hurting or having troubles getting over me too. I wish he'd call me and tell me how much he misses me... but does he? God dammit. I hate this. "Every firsherman has the story of the one they let get away, or the one they threw back because they thought they weren't big enough. When he tells that story to his grandchildred, he'll be missing me." Post a comment in response: |
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