On memories bliss? No, nothing blissful about being adrift at the moment. This exhausting haze has taken over my days, and it leaves very little energy for anything else. Tears of unending sadness fueled by constant thought of what went wrong is all I can manage now.
I don't want to be like this, but it's the grieving process. It's healthy. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.
You might be thinking that I should just get over it and move on. It was only 2 months, right? Right. But, somehow, this time it's different. I wasn't the one leaving the relationship. I wasn't the one who had become suddenly unhappy with the circumstances. I didn't do the leaving. He did. After I thought his intentions were true. He left me empty ... and broken.
I give up. There aren't any true, real, good guys left. Because even the best of them leave. Whether you want them to or not. And, no amount of attention from the opposite sex can help me shake this. I don't want it. I just want him. And, he's switched off. Checked out and gone on his merry way. Lucky him. Wish I could get over this as easily as he has.
But, he hasn't. I know I'm still on his mind. Not a word do I hear from him, but I know. It doesn't mean anything, just that thoughts of us might still be lingering. They won't for long. They won't for long .....
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