You colored me blue

Denim: introduction

I hate the fact that after everything he put me through, i would still be here for him. I would listen to anything he had to say, and I would help and talk him through it. I hate that I would go back to him in a heartbeat; just like that. I would not even have to think about it. I hate that i let him become this part of me. Part of my mind. Hes always lingering in my head. I hate that i would do anything to just kiss him or hold his hand one more time. I hate that I miss him to the point that everything around me reminds me of him. Everything that i see or can think about can somehow draw back to him. I do not know how i allowed myself to get so attached to someone who had not even had real feelings for me the entire time. Oh god how I miss him. His smell, his hands, his eyes, his voice, his laugh, his hugs, his lips, his everything. I know no matter how much i repeat that, nothing will change though. I will still miss him while he is happy with someone else because i was not good enough.

~H.E.S.~