Feb 11, 2008 14:31
Looks like I never had to make a decision after all. He made it for me.
"I need time to myself. Our relationship is too stressful."
"I'd like to pursue other interests, date other girls."
"Just a month or so..."
"I hope I'll realize how much I need you, and come crawling back."
"Will you take me back?"
"I love you, but..."
"It's too hard because of your mom."
"I'm terrified of losing you, but this is something I need to do."
"Our relationship isn't healthy."
I gave him his time. I set him free. If he comes back to me, then it was meant to be. If not, then I'll have to try to pick up the broken pieces. I want him to come back with all my heart and soul, but the part of me that is logical says he'll find someone else. That he'll find some girl he can have an uncomplicated relationship with, and he'll revel in that. That he'll forget about me, forget that he loved me. That there's no way I'd be his choice. That I'll be left behind once more. But I'll be waiting, patiently. That's all I can do is wait...
"Love is patient and is kind; love doesn’t envy. Love doesn’t brag, is not proud, doesn’t behave itself inappropriately, doesn’t seek its own way, is not provoked, takes no account of evil; doesn’t rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails."