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Me: sometimes i miss the things i used to have
Me: even if i only had them for a split second...and they were fake...its like cubic zirconia...fake...but almost as great
Few people seem to realize how very important this was to me. And it's times like this where the above really begins to apply. Reading Cassandra's post, I really knew what she meant...missing being with someone. I miss the situation I had last summer...even through the crap he pulled, sometimes it was really great. It feels good when people let you know they care about you. I'll never know if he ever really did...that was also a horrible time...but again, there were the times he made me feel loved...I miss that. I miss...the little things. Like thinking I weigh far too much to be held...but then, I just get lifted right up in his arms. Just the little things...not so much him, as I feel I'm over him, but those moments. I'm pretty stressed/pissed/emotional. I'm my own little train-wreck. This is the longest, most frustrating (and oh is it frustrating)but it's been nineteen months now. I'm just going to post this now, in case the computer decides to die on me again...Later
Me: even if i only had them for a split second...and they were fake...its like cubic zirconia...fake...but almost as great
Few people seem to realize how very important this was to me. And it's times like this where the above really begins to apply. Reading Cassandra's post, I really knew what she meant...missing being with someone. I miss the situation I had last summer...even through the crap he pulled, sometimes it was really great. It feels good when people let you know they care about you. I'll never know if he ever really did...that was also a horrible time...but again, there were the times he made me feel loved...I miss that. I miss...the little things. Like thinking I weigh far too much to be held...but then, I just get lifted right up in his arms. Just the little things...not so much him, as I feel I'm over him, but those moments. I'm pretty stressed/pissed/emotional. I'm my own little train-wreck. This is the longest, most frustrating (and oh is it frustrating)but it's been nineteen months now. I'm just going to post this now, in case the computer decides to die on me again...Later