Aug 03, 2008 06:56
He is happy. Really happy.
I've never wanted to be one of those chicks that obsessed over what some guy is doing. Girls that always talked about guys annoyed me. I couldn't relate. I was always in a fantasy world. My little retreat where I always fitted in. It was never about guys or that kind of stuff.
Why did I let him into my world? I regret it every time I think about how things went down. It wasn't because he didn't love me. It was because I didn't try. I thought we've put a spell on each other, and no matter what, both of us would be attached some way.
Well, I saw her pic.
She is pretty.
She seems refined, classy, accomplished.
I know she probably is knowing him.
She's doing the job that I couldn't do.
And who knew that love sickness actually has physical symptoms? I feel like I have the flu.
Boo.