Mar 28, 2005 21:57
So I thought that my boyfriend and I were ok. Then while sitting at my sister's house holding my neice. He calls me. And I must have had heart failure...he broke up with me. It's because of his work and he doesn't want me to get even more hurt. But I'm more hurt being without him than not talking to him and missing him. At least I knew he missed me everyday and that he thought of me. At least I knew that we loved each other. I still love him, and i always will. I believe he still loves me. I mean how can your love for someone, die over night? I don't think it did. But we're going to stay friends and hopefully, try again when he's back here becasue we believe that it can work, just not him there and me here. But if it's meant to be, it will be. But I realized, he was my first true love. And I'm glad it was him...because he honestly loved me back.
******Here's your wish. We all know that you hated us dating. And you're dreams came true, we're through.