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"I wonder if she'll ever actually be affectionate, if she'll tell me that she thinks I'm wonderful. That I actually mean something to her?" That's from something I wrote a day or two ago, before Leslie and I broke up again. I hope she understands that she has absolutely broken my heart and that she did it simply because she hadn't thought something out. I still care very deeply for her and if at somepoint in the future, we find ourselves in a situation where we can try again, great. But not for a while. I had very real concerns about whether or not to trust what we had the second time around and I wish I would have listened to those worries. I should have known that she was not being entirely truthful to me.
I hope she learns how to love, learns to let someone into her life and I hope she understands that there is no single greater pleasure than telling someone that you love them and expecting nothing in return. Part of me hopes someone treats her just as she has treated me but what good will come of that? Nothing. I don't think I would feel better, but then she would understand. Maybe.
I hope she learns how to love, learns to let someone into her life and I hope she understands that there is no single greater pleasure than telling someone that you love them and expecting nothing in return. Part of me hopes someone treats her just as she has treated me but what good will come of that? Nothing. I don't think I would feel better, but then she would understand. Maybe.