This is for me |
my own little blog about stuff that I can't post on my other blog. This is a personal, personal blog. |
I can’t get over the fact she’s not you. I love you. I wish I didn’t, trust me. We had all those plans together. You held me, you kissed me, you made me happy, you made me moan, you cheered me up, you talked to me, you listened to me, you loved me, you were the best part of my life. And thinking about you ding all that to someone else, kills me. Thinking of someone else trying to do all that for me makes me want to get sick. I want to open myself up again, but I’m terrified.
