• Having a day

    by  • July 8, 2015 • * Safe for Work * • 0 Comments

    …where I’m really struggling with being alone.
    I remember him, and the way he would look at me and smile. The way he took an interest in me, my hopes and dreams. I’m not interested in trying to find someone else.
    And so I try to remember why we’re not together.
    He never called, or emailed or sent an SMS.
    He wouldn’t acknowledge me in public, or at least not while in the company of certain others.
    A certain conversation that opened both our eyes.
    He did care once, but soon stopped.
    I’m allowing memories of him to ruin me for others. I probably could find someone better suited, but I wouldn’t know because I’m too wrapped up in a baseless hope.

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