Leftovers
Why can't I act like a big girl? I am one, I promise.
Why do I also get the feeling he doesn't love me anymore? I can only attribute stress to so much...
I'm tired of walking on eggshells. I'm tired of not really knowing what's going on. I'd rather have the whole picture than an assumption of what I think it is. It makes me crazy.
But then he does something sweetly out of character (for these days)... and it makes me think I've jumped the gun.
Maybe I'll live in this potential lie as long as I can... after this long, how much more is it going to hurt?
If not a lie... it won't hurt at all.
But then again, sadly I'm not longer afraid of being hurt. It's a fact of life.
I accept it, and daresay, thrive on it. ("Look what I can do even though I can barely stand to get up in the morning!")
It's probably all in my head.
Probably.
Why do I also get the feeling he doesn't love me anymore? I can only attribute stress to so much...
I'm tired of walking on eggshells. I'm tired of not really knowing what's going on. I'd rather have the whole picture than an assumption of what I think it is. It makes me crazy.
But then he does something sweetly out of character (for these days)... and it makes me think I've jumped the gun.
Maybe I'll live in this potential lie as long as I can... after this long, how much more is it going to hurt?
If not a lie... it won't hurt at all.
But then again, sadly I'm not longer afraid of being hurt. It's a fact of life.
I accept it, and daresay, thrive on it. ("Look what I can do even though I can barely stand to get up in the morning!")
It's probably all in my head.
Probably.