"No one has ever hurt me like you have. Ever. And i hope no one ever does again. But they say your first love is the hardest to get over.
I truly believe everything happens for a reason. Some people look at that as a cop out, as the easy way to feel sorry for yourself, but life teaches you lessons. And this was one of mine, i suppose. A painful, devestating lesson.
When you left, i didn’t know what to do with myself. I was broken, hopeless, hurt, cold, scared, depressed…i just wanted you back. I would spend my days just sitting in my room, thoughts running through my mind like a busy highway. I would just cry, and cry, and cry. And just when time had passed and i was finally getting better, something would set me off and i’d scramble for my phone and pour my heart out hoping you’d read my text and something in your stupid brain would click and you’d want me again.
I was pathetic, i’ll be the first to admit it. But a broken heart makes you do unthinkable things. It makes you crazy. For the longest time, i just felt broken. That’s the only way to describe it. I wanted to give up on my life, on my heart, on love. I wanted to be heartless. I truly felt like i would never feel for another person the way i felt for you, so why even bother trying? I felt like a zombie. Actually, i just felt nothing at all. You were moving on with your life. You were now a stranger. You were happy without me. And time just slowed down for me.
My heart is finally getting tired of beating in hopes that you’ll come back. My mind is finally tired of replaying memories and haunting me with dreams. My fingers are finally tired of typing out your phone number. I’m getting there. Slowly but surely, time is crawling on… "
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"A painful, devestating lesson."
