I am still feeling in the blues. I mean, like, err, it is not that easy to just forget a person whom you shared your life with for the past freaking year. So c'mon, give me a break.
As I mentioned in my previous post, I blurted and hurled my ego at him. I threw my self-absorbed-not-wanting-to-lose bitchy feelings and laid my cards on the table with absolutely no hidden meanings. I want him back. Its' as simple as ABC.
The entire day, I stared blankly at my lecture notes wondering if he's gonna make up his mind today. Its 10 minutes past midnight now. The only thing I heard from him was silence. And I knew I most absolutely do NOT want to pester him on that issue yesterday because I want him to tell me when he has made up his mind.
But you know, it just hurts when it took you nanosecond to make that decision of wanting him back when he needs like a good couple of days just to think upon that issue.
Im beaten and broken and worn out. I do not know what to make of myself anymore. If I were a piece of glass, some pieces of the glass became specks of dusts when he used his words and smashed it so hard against my heart. And if you try to put it back to pieces together, it doesn't look like a normal heart anymore. Pieces are missing. Pieces of him.
As I mentioned in my previous post, I blurted and hurled my ego at him. I threw my self-absorbed-not-wanting-to-lose bitchy feelings and laid my cards on the table with absolutely no hidden meanings. I want him back. Its' as simple as ABC.
The entire day, I stared blankly at my lecture notes wondering if he's gonna make up his mind today. Its 10 minutes past midnight now. The only thing I heard from him was silence. And I knew I most absolutely do NOT want to pester him on that issue yesterday because I want him to tell me when he has made up his mind.
But you know, it just hurts when it took you nanosecond to make that decision of wanting him back when he needs like a good couple of days just to think upon that issue.
Im beaten and broken and worn out. I do not know what to make of myself anymore. If I were a piece of glass, some pieces of the glass became specks of dusts when he used his words and smashed it so hard against my heart. And if you try to put it back to pieces together, it doesn't look like a normal heart anymore. Pieces are missing. Pieces of him.
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