It’s been a few Sundays since the last time I saw you. I still think of you every day. It sucks that the thought of you won’t just go away, but I can deal with it, for now. Until the thought of you eats me alive.
It’s been a while since we’ve spoken. I keep wanting to talk to you, send you a text. But I know it’s not gonna help, and there’s probably no point in doing it. I just wish the thought of you would go away. It sucks that I can’t call you mine, and probably never will. But maybe it just wasn’t the right timing for us. I guess I won’t know. I miss you. I have all the guys jumping on me, and every time I jump at the chance of possibly having something with them, I realize, I don’t like them, I don’t want them. I realize they’re just an object to me. And I just like the idea of having someone there. I’d much rather it be you. But it’s not. And I keep wishing and hoping one day, it’s going to be you again. I know, everyone tells me it takes time to get over the person you once loved, but it’s been about 3 weeks, and I keep losing motivation to do anything, and just want to lay in bed all day. It’s getting bad. I wish this time missing you would go by faster, then I’d be able to move forward more. It’s too hard.