Been feeling pretty down about stuff lately. I don't know if it's because of the stress of the looming exams, or just because I miss the boy I'm in love with. Cheesy? But yeah, I love him. I still love him. Even after everything that happened. Even after he hit me, spat at me, tried to break my arm and said he isn't afraid to hurt me anymore. Even after he told me I ruined his life. I still love him. It's crazy isn't it? After all the hurt, and guilt he has made me feel, I still love him. I love him like I've never loved anyone. And I think in a weird way, I always will. Maybe get back to me in two years and then see how I feel. I hope I can get over him and forget him. But I think he'll always have a piece of me. Because I love him. And he was special. And I felt so lucky to be able to call him mine. Even if it was only for 2 years.
Sorry for being cheesy and moaning about a stupid boy who broke my heart.
But I'm just in a bad place right now.
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