a date with julie.
I'm tired of trying to make things work. Once you're in love, you don't get out of it, right? Maybe you do and I'm just failing to see that it really is easy.
I don't want to feel this way. I don't look forward to waking up in the morning, awaiting all of the times during the day that I can remember him and be saddened. I don't look forward to the next time that my body becomes weak from being able to still feel him kiss me. I don't like the fact that when I meet guys I push them away because I believe that one day he and I will be together again. I don't like the feelings of rejection that I'm experiencing. It doesn't lift my spirits when people tell me that I 'barely knew him and need to move on.'
I am being beaten by whatever this is called. I am being tortured daily from being seperated from him, and if there was a way to stop it all, I would not hesitate.
I just wanted to make it clear to everyone that I am not being a stupid teenager about this; sitting around, wistfully hoping that one imaginary day, my prince will come back to me. I want it to stop. But there is something inside me that won't loosen its grip on the idea of him and what we had. I call it love.
I don't want to feel this way. I don't look forward to waking up in the morning, awaiting all of the times during the day that I can remember him and be saddened. I don't look forward to the next time that my body becomes weak from being able to still feel him kiss me. I don't like the fact that when I meet guys I push them away because I believe that one day he and I will be together again. I don't like the feelings of rejection that I'm experiencing. It doesn't lift my spirits when people tell me that I 'barely knew him and need to move on.'
I am being beaten by whatever this is called. I am being tortured daily from being seperated from him, and if there was a way to stop it all, I would not hesitate.
I just wanted to make it clear to everyone that I am not being a stupid teenager about this; sitting around, wistfully hoping that one imaginary day, my prince will come back to me. I want it to stop. But there is something inside me that won't loosen its grip on the idea of him and what we had. I call it love.