Quick Post.
Today was exhausting in that wonderful way. Woke up to see a friendly face on it's way to work. Laughed because I can. Got up late. Went to an interview or two. Did a show. Saw a shooting star. Talked to God. Got home, hugged my dog, and then I did the stupid thing.
Had to, don't know why, but had to look up my ex and then all the longing came back. Just a picture, nothing more. And every good feeling I had about being with him and the short life we had as one person all came together as one mess of "I WANT HIM BACK!"
Why are we so attached to people who don't care about us enough to stay?
Had to, don't know why, but had to look up my ex and then all the longing came back. Just a picture, nothing more. And every good feeling I had about being with him and the short life we had as one person all came together as one mess of "I WANT HIM BACK!"
Why are we so attached to people who don't care about us enough to stay?
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