Is it sad to believe in love after it ends? That somehow after time, we’ll met again, and everything will work out perfectly. We’ll have grown, and be exactly who we’d hope to be when we were younger.
It’s crazy to think I’ll never be able to love him like that again. That I will never feel that happiness with him. Everything a subtle reminder of him. Oddly enough, it’s harder when I see him, or simply when he comes up in conversation like an old habit. It’s easy to think you’re over him, and than the smallest thing, the quickest thought, and you’re back to square one.
What do you do with the left over love? It’s such a shame that it’ll simply just go to waste. People will say you’ll love another, but I don’t believe in my heart, that anyone else’s love will ever feel enough. In my heart, it will always feel unfinished.
Simply too much, too fast with the Bell boy. Just to find out, friend zone is where we should be! We both felt as though something was missing, and simply felt like we were trying to be more than what was either there, or what we wanted at the time. I hope this makes sense, and I hope my typing is getting better. Less type-o’s! Either way, I’ve learned a lot from the bell boy, interesting so far. I can only imagine the friendship we’ll have. It’s yet to be proven if we can hang out, ike go to the mall, or something along those lines. But I am excited to find out.
As hard as it is to get over someone, I believe it may be the easiest part. But staying over someone, that is the hardest part. At least for me. You keep yourself busy, keep him off you’re mind. You’re doing wonderful, and happiness is back in your smile and laugh. Than, something happens, or he contacts you. You let the memories in, and than they flood in. Than you’re back to square one. He’s back in your phone, recent calls, and messages. But worst of all, back on your mind. A thought here, a thought there. But eventually, it all adds up. You’ve got a little less kick in your step. A little less happy in your smile. You’re back to days where you just want to stay in bed. In a moment, in a single thought. They creep their way in. You’re back to being broken again.
But I suppose there just isn’t much to say. I’ve been having an interesting couple days. I feel as though I am coming down, after a high on life. Or somehow I back tracked, and I feel as though I am back at square one. A little lost, a little less happy. I didn’t expect someone asking me out is what would cause my world to go back a little. I didn’t think it’d just make me miss him. I’ve never done the big love, the big relationship, and have it to get over it, over him. It’s an interesting experience, to say the least.