So, I’ve just decided to stop torturing myself over this. Getting sick to the stomach, crying all the time, obsessing, always wondering what more can I do or could have done.
I’m talking about my hopeless love story.. Well, can’t even call it that. A one-sided doesn’t make a story.. A story needs a plot; something has to happen, but nothing ever did. So yeah.. I’m setting myself free.. Finally being kinder to myself and realizing that I deserve better.
My only excuse for getting myself into this situation is that I’ve never felt like that before about anyone, and I’ve roamed the face of earth long enough. Otherwise, there was absolutely nothing new there. The same game. And it’s game over!