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I remember at the end of the summer, I was perfectly content with never loving another person in this way again. Because the incredibly painfully slow fading away process is more than I can handle. The whole "this time will be different" thing is so old. Love blinds you, then when people revoke it, you see that you're right back where you swore you'd never be again.
My insides just hurt. My heart. My stomach. My soul if I have one.
I'm also concerned that since this one did seem so different, I am going to hold everyone else I might meet to such a high standard that I'll never really find anyone as worth-while. The thought that I could do that to myself unknowingly, makes me sick.
I don't want romance anymore. It's just another addiction that only I have, never the other person. I'm so incredibly tired of hurting.
My insides just hurt. My heart. My stomach. My soul if I have one.
I'm also concerned that since this one did seem so different, I am going to hold everyone else I might meet to such a high standard that I'll never really find anyone as worth-while. The thought that I could do that to myself unknowingly, makes me sick.
I don't want romance anymore. It's just another addiction that only I have, never the other person. I'm so incredibly tired of hurting.