I know there was something that made me not want you, I just wish I could remember what it was now. Because every time you left my room late at night, left me wrapped in my bed sheet, wrapped in something that smelled like you, all I remember is standing in front of the door and the disappearing light as you closed it and made your way back home.
I remember feeling sick as I watched you drive away and I remember hating not knowing who you were with the nights you had been drinking. It’s funny how you never remember the bad things once you lost something you were sure you loved.
I miss you now like I should have missed you then, and now you’re half way around the world, in love, and somehow I’ve never felt closer to you.
I knew I was never part of your plan, so get out from under my skin. —Triviallove
This article appears in Jul 1-7, 2010.
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This made me cry, seriously. I’ve been through something similar in the past, and I think I can understand a lot of what you’re feeling, OP. Feeling left behind and lingering does more than hurt – It drains you. I hope you’ll be able to move on sometime soon, but for now, try not to let the pain slow you down. You sound like a good person, so don’t give up.
the doctor says that whatever you have will pass. if it doesn’t, take one suckster and call again every day after that. you know the addy.
You could have flesh eating bacteria under your skin! Look on the bright side. (Count your blessings.)
Pamper yourself, go out for a treat, just for you. The dignity and freedom of independence is highly underrated.
It put tears in my eyes too, I remember feeling the same way you did for a long, long time. Reading this made me feel the memory as strongly as when it was a reality.
Old hand is right though- there is so much dignity and independance in being single. And when you’re happy enough again, someone will come along that will make you forget this guy.
Which is why I’m such a fan of 3-somes…then you don’t have to be ‘sick from not knowing’ ~;)
Have you ever thought of writing for Harlequin? Jesus H. Christ, young angst sounds so fucking cheesy.
This is the latest of three bitches that all sound like they’ve been written by the same sixteen-year-old emo kid practicing their terrible “poetry”.
Some of these emos need to get slapped around with a dead raccoon. Just what this board needs – more sappy, soppy, melodramatic tripe spewed out by some gut-clutching kid in the throes of ithurtsithurtsithurts.
Lame bitch.