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its crazy, as social creatures we tend to forget that we have to breathe for ourselves sometimes. Even still, once we've mastered that independence, what do we do with reminiscent nostalgia? Should we allow it reach our tear ducts, or dismiss it and move on through distraction?
basically peter is in a relationship and i so miss him but i've learned to hold my own and not need him. I don't want him for who he is but I miss the friend he used to be. I don't want him to be mine, nor do I mind that he is another's but I do miss the support, the love that he used to be so overly-capable of demonstrating to me. Perhaps I'm not over it all, but tis life, there are no options to switch up time and things are falling into place- i never belonged with him, we're far too different, but he intrigued me. If only I could find another reciprocal relationship that is actually capable of love and overcoming differences.
basically peter is in a relationship and i so miss him but i've learned to hold my own and not need him. I don't want him for who he is but I miss the friend he used to be. I don't want him to be mine, nor do I mind that he is another's but I do miss the support, the love that he used to be so overly-capable of demonstrating to me. Perhaps I'm not over it all, but tis life, there are no options to switch up time and things are falling into place- i never belonged with him, we're far too different, but he intrigued me. If only I could find another reciprocal relationship that is actually capable of love and overcoming differences.