Three years.
Is it possible to love someone you don't even know? Is it that you love the person that you knew? Perhaps if I knew him now, I wouldn't love him anymore.
Three years of brokenness, healing, and irrational fears. I had thought I'd be farther along than I am, but I'm still afraid. I'm afraid that I'm boring, that I'm too broken, that guys will (reinforced, mind you, by every relationship that came after) suddenly lose interest, stop liking me, stop loving me.
Three years, and he's already found someone else. He's getting married to someone else. It's a bit of a shock still that he's not getting married to me.
Of course, being female (and therefore contrary to what may be considered rational thinking and behavior) I don't really want to be the person he marries. I don't really want anything to do with that life anymore.
Hope comes harder and harder for me. Three years and counting.
Three years of brokenness, healing, and irrational fears. I had thought I'd be farther along than I am, but I'm still afraid. I'm afraid that I'm boring, that I'm too broken, that guys will (reinforced, mind you, by every relationship that came after) suddenly lose interest, stop liking me, stop loving me.
Three years, and he's already found someone else. He's getting married to someone else. It's a bit of a shock still that he's not getting married to me.
Of course, being female (and therefore contrary to what may be considered rational thinking and behavior) I don't really want to be the person he marries. I don't really want anything to do with that life anymore.
Hope comes harder and harder for me. Three years and counting.