Remember my posts about getting my heart broken? Well, as stupid as this is going to sound, I got back together with that guy. I know I shouldn't have. I really have no excuses. I just couldn't imagine life without him. But taking him back has its consequences.
There is not one day that goes by that I don't think about it.
I was sitting in the family car, on the way home from a trip.
I got the text.
"Hey maybe we should date other people"
"What do you mean?" I replied
"I'm breaking up with you."
The feeling I got when I received that text? I've never known something like that.
My heart, it dropped.
And I will never forget that week, the week I cried like a mad woman, day and night, never ending.
The week I could not eat.
The week I didn't want to live anymore.
The week I will remember for the rest of my life.
While he was with her, happy and carefree, thinking about the stupid girlfriend he had just dumped, I was in my room, staring at the wall, crying endlessly.
He will never understand what he did. He can say sorry as many times as he wants.
But he will never be able to take what he did back.
I am scarred for life.
You can say that the way I acted, and the way I felt, and the way I dealt with things is immature and that ill just get over it.
But I will never get over it.
No comments:
Post a Comment