i tried. more than anyone told me i should. i still don't understand and i guess i never will. i'll never get through to you and you'll never tell me what i want to know. but i tried. and that's all that matters to me right now. yes it hurts, i gave you everything i could have given. but i tried. i don't want to fight, i want you to explain. part of me wants you to come back but i can't even look at you right now without feeling sick. i still feel like i owe you for saving me when we started dating but maybe this is for the best. i don't know, i won't get the closure i'm looking for so i'll force myself to move on. but i am ok knowing that i tried my best.
edit: i read all these letters you used to write and it made me nostalgic. even with all this shit all i want is to be in your arms again with you wanting and needing me. but it won't happen and i have to accept that. i laughed when i thought of how many notes are still around your room. in order to forget the good and get over the bad i need to go numb. so that's what i'll do i guess. i packed up everything that reminds me of you, deleted and put away all my pictures, flipped my claddagh ring, and took off my necklace for the first time in over a year. i'll try to sleep tonight without thinking of you and make tonight the night i don't cry myself to sleep. i wonder if you care or feel as remotely miserable as i do. i won't ask (it's not like you'd tell me anyway). part of me hopes you don't. i've never felt so sick and empty and even though you're the reason for it i wouldn't wish this on you. you'll get over this faster than i will. good luck, i guess.
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