The jealousy is eating me alive.
I felt so good, so proud of myself. I had found a balance so that I didn't have to say goodbye but I wasn't spending second by second day by day either thinking of you or actively pining after you. I was proud because I felt independent. I was proud because I felt like I was making progress. I was proud because for the first time in two years I felt like
I
didn't
need you.
That all came crashing down with just one harmless post of your OhSoDreamy OhSoHandsome OhSoPerfect biceps. It took one cross country picture and about fifteen minutes for the comments to come rolling in from the OhSoDreamy OhSoGorgeous OhSoPerfect girls, girls just as desperate as me. They don't even know who you are but they know you're something special.
Love works in frustrating ways. Just when I thought I've finally taken a step forward, something OhSoSimple moves me right back to where I started, and suddenly I find myself craving you, loving you,
needing you.
And while I sit here doubting all of the progress I ever thought I made, doubting all of the independence I ever thought I gained, doubting my very existence without you, you live your life OhSoHappy, OhSoHandsome,
Oh
So
Perfect.
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Midnight Moments
Storie d'amoreThis isn't a story about love. Well, at least it doesn't look like it right now. It's just me. I don't think there's enough out there about what happens when that love ends. What does it look like to be raw and vulnerable? What does it feel like to...
