Now I’m laying here crying because I’m so overwhelmed with the thought of you…
There was that one thing I was TERRIFIED of while being single & that was feeling lonely seeing other couples. That thought in my head saying, “damn. I miss that.” just kills me. I miss your warm embrace. I miss your sweet kisses on my head. I miss the love you showed me each & every day. *sigh. This is hard… Like really hard….
There was another girl?
Ughhhhhhh. Not talking to you is sooooooo hard when I have nothing to do. But this is for the best.
I guess I’m proud of myself. Not too many tears were shed during this hard time. But I realized that I’m waiting for nothing. I’m not gonna wait another 2 months waiting for you to take me back. Think I’m crazy? I could do whatever the fuck I wanna do. Getting over you isn’t gonna be the easiest, but I have my friends being there for me. & as of right now, they’re much more important to me than you are. You broke up with me for a reason. Not gonna interfere with your decision. No longer gonna try to convince you to stay. If you really loved me, none of this would even happen. I’m going my own ways now. Don’t come crying to me when it’s already too late. I’ve been waiting for 3 weeks now. 3 weeks is too much for me to handle. And during these three weeks, my love for you was slowly dying. Still is. But whatever. I’ll get over you sooner or later. & those days are starting now.
I tend to keep thinking of what used to be.
Now I’m left with regret.
This break up is actually good for us.
I’m glad we’re still talking. I’m glad we’re still talking all lovey dovey still.
I agree with you. This does feel like we’re starting over. I love how things are between us. I missed the way you used to talk to me like this. As long as you still have my heart, I won’t take down the posters, I’ll wear my bracelet, & I’ll continue to wear your sweaters. <3 I still do love you a lot.
Step one: change bios. (Check.)
Step two: pack clothes, notes, pictures, etc.
Step three: take down posters & pictures off my wall.
Step four: cry about it.
Step five: return everything.
Step six: cry more.
Step seven: delete pictures.
Step eight: let time be the only medicine for this broken heart.