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20 days after he broke up with me, I found his boxer short from the last time we saw each other.
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Things I do Mondays...
I went and read my last entry on my blog and found myself crying to what I wrote.
Of course... you wouldn't be able to read it because I set it as private!
I'm glad that I can go back and read my thoughts...
now I know why people write diary.
I still haven't heart from Matt. It's been a week since we last text each other.
Everyday I wonder how he's doing.
Is he in pain with his stomach?
Is there anyone to tell him that everything is going to be alright like I used to?
Will he get himself together and talk to me again?
Of course... these questions were not answered.
My head became heavy whenever I think about him.
I still feel the flood in my eyes and trying hard to keep it from flowing.
I'm so lonely. I miss him.
I miss telling him about my days and read his.
I miss knowing that wherever I am, he's only a text away.
He's gone... like Bobby McGee in Janis Joplin's song.
He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it.
I used to think that why would you trade all of your tomorrow for one single yesterday? It seems stupid.
Love is why. Feeling good was good enough.
To be holding his body next to mine... is what feels good... and feeling good was good enough...
Of course... you wouldn't be able to read it because I set it as private!
I'm glad that I can go back and read my thoughts...
now I know why people write diary.
I still haven't heart from Matt. It's been a week since we last text each other.
Everyday I wonder how he's doing.
Is he in pain with his stomach?
Is there anyone to tell him that everything is going to be alright like I used to?
Will he get himself together and talk to me again?
Of course... these questions were not answered.
My head became heavy whenever I think about him.
I still feel the flood in my eyes and trying hard to keep it from flowing.
I'm so lonely. I miss him.
I miss telling him about my days and read his.
I miss knowing that wherever I am, he's only a text away.
He's gone... like Bobby McGee in Janis Joplin's song.
He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it.
I used to think that why would you trade all of your tomorrow for one single yesterday? It seems stupid.
Love is why. Feeling good was good enough.
To be holding his body next to mine... is what feels good... and feeling good was good enough...