Love… look what you did to me.
Saturday, August 4th, 2007After two years he came back. It was a nasty break-up that has made me miserable for quite some time. My brain tells me to run away and forget. There’s no use. Once is enough. What else do I want from him? But my heart says love is sweeter the second time around (gawd, is this really me?). He and his silly smile. He and his trivial conversations. He and me together… those bittersweet memories that have been consuming me for the past weeks. My defenses are down. I can’t pretend anymore because that’s what I have been doing and I’m tired of it.
I might die tomorrow without telling him exactly how I feel. My dreams of us as parents to our children and of us growing old together might just be buried with me. I’m afraid that I’ll die with regrets.
Love, look what you’re doing to me…
I guess I’m just overworked that my brain (and my heart) wants to have diversion. I guess I just need more hugs. I guess I just need a vacation.
