So This is Christmas...
I feel so lonely. I question so many things, above all love. Love is so fickle. I've never known anything more unforgiving, demanding, and spiteful than love. Isn't it supposed to be a thing of beauty? If you ask me, it comes at much too high a cost. But still, I long for it with every fiber of my being.
I think of the summertime, when we'd stay up late and talk on the phone laying in our beds. Now the phone never rings, and he's probably talking to her. The woman of his dreams, I suppose. She's everything he was hoping I would be. She's just a little bit stronger, just a little bit wiser, just a little less needy. And she's just a little more pretty, just a little more aware, just a little bit thinner, and a little less like me.
If I'm too good for him, then how come I'm not the one being chased? How come I'm not the one who is missed? How come I'm the one who is alone, and he's not? I know I should think that he's the asshole, cuz he is, but somehow I still want him, even when there's nothing there.
How have I come to this? The one who swore she'd never fall in love.
I miss him so badly, I need to let him go.
~Lia
I think of the summertime, when we'd stay up late and talk on the phone laying in our beds. Now the phone never rings, and he's probably talking to her. The woman of his dreams, I suppose. She's everything he was hoping I would be. She's just a little bit stronger, just a little bit wiser, just a little less needy. And she's just a little more pretty, just a little more aware, just a little bit thinner, and a little less like me.
If I'm too good for him, then how come I'm not the one being chased? How come I'm not the one who is missed? How come I'm the one who is alone, and he's not? I know I should think that he's the asshole, cuz he is, but somehow I still want him, even when there's nothing there.
How have I come to this? The one who swore she'd never fall in love.
I miss him so badly, I need to let him go.
~Lia