Dear You-
I honestly want to hate you. You've done enough that I could. I want to forget about you, but that's impossible because you gave me so much to remember. And I still get to go three more years of seeing your face. I wish I could talk to you again. I wish I wasn't so shy back in August. I wish....I wish I didn't push you away like all the rest of them. I wanna see you, and talk to you, and make sure you are really real. That all of my memories were true and not just made up in my head. Why doesn't it get easier? Why is it that every time a girl tells me they like you I get that pang of hurt in my heart, and it get's worse every.dang.time. I want to get rid of you, to say "I don't know that person, and I don't know what I was thinking when I said I liked him." But I do know what I was thinking. I was thinking "Man, this person actually cares. I can trust him. He's caring and cute and funny and everything I'd always dreamed of." I thought you would be different. I thought if I could hold on tight enough you wouldn't leave. But you are. Slowly. Just like the rest of 'em. You're replacing me slowly, just as well. Out of sight, out of mind ya know? I wish I could throw a friggin brick at your head with everything I've ever written about you attached to it and scream "I love you, you idiot. I freaking miss you. See that. Open your dang mind and see that." But I don't care anymore. I'm not giving you my attention anymore. If you wanna talk to me do it. Otherwise, I'm done. Even though I might come running back to you. Even though I still love you. Even though I can't forget you. I'm tired of crying over you though.I can't keep doing that. I wish I could...Go back and never meet you. But I can't and I have to deal with this. I just gotta keep getting stronger.
-Bree♥
Amen to that, sister. :D
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry that you are going through all of this. I wish I could give you a hug. Instead, I shall hug my computer monitor like an idiot and hope that you receive the warm and fluffy feelings when you read this comment.
I know that this was supposed to be a serious post...but I kept laughing at your little comments such as 'throw a brick at your head'. I actually went through something like this a few months back so I probably shouldn't be laughing...I just wanted to tell you this because for me to laugh about this situation, it means I healed. It means I got over it, and you can as well. You can do ANYTHING through the Lord's strength. Don't you ever forget that or I shall have to throw a brick at your head as well with Phillippians 4:13 scribbled across its surface.
I shall end this ridiculously long comment with a fangirl squeal that your first picture is of Taylor Swift. She has the most perfect songs for this situation, no? :) Oh, and if you ever need help throwing that brick...let me know. ;) I'm sure it will be fun.