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It's a fight between my heart and mind....
I hate this. I hate what he's doing to me. Does he care or no. Stop playing games. I hate it.
I wish he knew who he was. I wish he was the same person that I fell in love with. But he doesn't know anymore. He needs to find himself again. The person that swept me off my feet and taught me about life and the world. I miss it. I miss him. I miss us.
But at the same time. I don't want to deal with it. I want to be okay. I want to be over it. I want to give up and move on. It's just so hard. And if I do then the only thing I've ever really believed in is over. Us. Him.
I want him to be happy. He needs to make himself happy. And I need to make myself happy. But without him in my life that just doesn't seem possible. Friendship? We've tried. It doesn't work.
He needs to make up his mind. He can't have it all.
I don't have it in me anymore to fight.
But I won't cry anymore. And I am going to make myself get through this no matter the outcome. And be stronger because of it.
Real love never dies right? Or is that only in stories?
I hate this. I hate what he's doing to me. Does he care or no. Stop playing games. I hate it.
I wish he knew who he was. I wish he was the same person that I fell in love with. But he doesn't know anymore. He needs to find himself again. The person that swept me off my feet and taught me about life and the world. I miss it. I miss him. I miss us.
But at the same time. I don't want to deal with it. I want to be okay. I want to be over it. I want to give up and move on. It's just so hard. And if I do then the only thing I've ever really believed in is over. Us. Him.
I want him to be happy. He needs to make himself happy. And I need to make myself happy. But without him in my life that just doesn't seem possible. Friendship? We've tried. It doesn't work.
He needs to make up his mind. He can't have it all.
I don't have it in me anymore to fight.
But I won't cry anymore. And I am going to make myself get through this no matter the outcome. And be stronger because of it.
Real love never dies right? Or is that only in stories?