It's been a month and a day since the breakup. And the pain doesn't seem to be going away. Help.
Sometimes, you talk to me and we have a long conversation - considering you and your hatred of texting. Other times, you ignore me. I guess I'm annoying, but I want so much to talk to you, ask for your opinions, hear you tell me things will be okay.
I always feel a tug on my heart when your face appears on my facebook newsfeed. Nothing you ever say or post is for me. I'm just... gone. I can't change my profile picture because it's my favourite picture of you. I look at the pictures from your birthday party and I remember what you told me about never feeling so loved in your life and I can't help tearing up. I tried so hard.
Life is hard, you say. Life is never fair. That's true, isn't it. People work hard for the things they want and if they work hard enough, they get it. But I can never work towards having you back in my life because you don't seem to want me in yours, despite telling me you treasure my friendship and you'd very much love to still be friends. You talk more to your other friends. If I don't text you, you just don't talk to me at all. Is there anything at all I can do..?
I have to try to eat, try to be happy, try to forget the pain. Too many people are worried about me and I don't like it.
All I can do is continue trying. Let time do its job.
But I miss you so. I really, really do. I remember every little thing about you. I wonder if you remember things about me, if you miss me, if you wish I were still there sometimes. I miss your voice. Your smell. Everything about you.
How many more months of this will I have to bear with till you're just a little bittersweet bit left in my heart?
Sometimes, you talk to me and we have a long conversation - considering you and your hatred of texting. Other times, you ignore me. I guess I'm annoying, but I want so much to talk to you, ask for your opinions, hear you tell me things will be okay.
I always feel a tug on my heart when your face appears on my facebook newsfeed. Nothing you ever say or post is for me. I'm just... gone. I can't change my profile picture because it's my favourite picture of you. I look at the pictures from your birthday party and I remember what you told me about never feeling so loved in your life and I can't help tearing up. I tried so hard.
Life is hard, you say. Life is never fair. That's true, isn't it. People work hard for the things they want and if they work hard enough, they get it. But I can never work towards having you back in my life because you don't seem to want me in yours, despite telling me you treasure my friendship and you'd very much love to still be friends. You talk more to your other friends. If I don't text you, you just don't talk to me at all. Is there anything at all I can do..?
I have to try to eat, try to be happy, try to forget the pain. Too many people are worried about me and I don't like it.
All I can do is continue trying. Let time do its job.
But I miss you so. I really, really do. I remember every little thing about you. I wonder if you remember things about me, if you miss me, if you wish I were still there sometimes. I miss your voice. Your smell. Everything about you.
How many more months of this will I have to bear with till you're just a little bittersweet bit left in my heart?