I never thought that it would be this hard. That letting go of him would left me too far from recovering. Three months have passed, and still counting - no improvement, though I tried, it was still useless. He still exist. Everywhere, deep inside me. You can't blame me if I made the wrong decision. It's the only easy way out. And the thing was I got tired - of waiting. I think I was waiting for nothing after all. It was just me and not him. It hurts somehow - no, it hurts a lot. I don't know if I should take it seriously when he said what he said,but that's what he said, but I don't know if he mean it. Everyone was telling me the same thing. No, I don't like to look at it that way. He's just being too friendly. Until now I'm confused with what he really feels - his thoughts are just too hard to read. Two months is not a joke. I get to know him for what he was for that length of time, well maybe it wasn't enough - but for me it is.
Health is wealth - tip
9 months ago
