It's been a week since I've worn his clothes. A week since he's hugged me.
God, I miss his smell...
I understand that he didn't necessarily lie to me, not intentionally anyway. I understand that he probably meant all the things that he said at the time that he said them, and that things obviously changed. And I also understand that there isn't always a reason why.
I'm trying to make my peace with this, and my friends keep telling me things like "You'll find somebody better," and "Things will work out the way they're supposed to." Well I don't know about finding somebody better... We used to joke about how we were kind of perfect for each other... I wish that were still true. And I don't know how things are supposed to work out, but I know how I wish they would.
I still miss it so much. Everything. And I'm starting to realize that that's not going to go away.
Not for a long while.
Hey. In the name of optimism...
ReplyDeleteYou are amazing, and stunning, and awesome.
And things do come full cirlce. It may take a month, a week, a year, but in the end, the things that make you think make you stronger. It's a beautiful thing.
Just don't think too much about it.