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I dreamed of marriage last night.
For the first time in a while, it was not his face.
It was another's.
A perfect wedding, for an imperfect couple.
But that's what they all say, and it's never truly perfect.
Maybe this is a sign in moving forward.
A sign I'm moving on.
Yet he still has a hold of me.
Less in love but more in other emotions.
I'm disappointed. And I'm angered. He has left all of his friends for a single person.
It's only a matter of time before it falls apart again.
And this time, no one will be there when it does.
No one will be there to help him feel better.
He pushed everyone away because of her and she's going to break his heart.
He's grasping at straws that are there but will soon be gone.
Then he'll grasp at the air like it is straws because he "can't move on".
Because he still "loves" her.
I hate to say it's become an obsession.
From what I've heard and what I've seen, she is putting no where near the amount of effort he is putting in.
He's making plans to visit her every weekend at her college.
He doesn't drive. He plans on going by bus.
How long do you think that will last?
How long till she gets tired of his ego?
It's unknown, but it could happen first.
And he will be all alone because he pushed away all those who care for him as friends. Not as lovers and significant others.
I'm learning to care for him like that. And it's becoming easier day by day.

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