We broke up on Thursday, still saw each other on Friday and Saturday, but platonically. That was SO hard. Now he's gone for a week, thank God. Things are getting a little bit easier, but they're still not easy. Of course I've been thinking about this a lot, and I realized something. I'd been telling myself that I'm sad to miss the intimacy and disappointed that it didn't work out. Those things are true, but I think what it comes down to is that I'm sad because nobody likes the feeling that they're unwanted. He didn't want me. Bottom line. That's what hurts the most. And it hurts a lot.
I still wake up wishing it weren't true.
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