• 3 months

    by  • December 10, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Heartbreak • 0 Comments

    It’s been 3 months since we last spoke…..that’s a quarter of a year. Though I knew that would be the last time I talked to you….deep down I hoped it wouldn’t be. I hoped you wouldn’t listen to me. That you would fight for me like you did before…but I guess there is only so much fighting a person can do.

    It’s been 3 months since we last spoke and I am scared because in those months I have realized how much I need you. It terrifies me because I never, ever needed anyone before and now it seems like I need you to be happy. I can never forget you…not even for one day. Something always pops up that remains me of you…and it’s horrible. It’s like a fresh gash every time….I can’t stand it.

    It’s been 3 months since we last spoke….and I know you have forgotten me. That fact makes everything else so much harder. I suppose it was my own fault for believing everything you said in spite of myself. For believing that somebody could actually love me…it was foolish for me to believe it and now I am suffering the consequences.

    It’s been 3 months since we last spoke….and soon it will be 4 months…and then 5. That scares me. It scares me that neither one of us will make the first move. I can’t imagine my life without you even though I have been living without you for the last 3 months. But the thing is….I haven’t been living. I am just a shell. I need you to make me whole again.

    It’s been 3 months since we last spoke. I know you’re happy this way Wuke. But I know I am not.

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