We're done. Things had been so tense between us. When I came to get something out of your room, you barely acknowledged me. You told me you went home when you went to your ex's. You never bothered to message me when you wanted to talk. You couldn't bring yourself to talk to me in person.
It's over. It was "mutual" but I've clearly taken the brunt of the emotional damage. It sucks watching someone I care about waste away.
It seems like you didn't care, ever. It hurts. I was nothing to you. Nothing.
Now I have to pick myself up. I have the best support system in the world, all my friends are such gems, but it's still something I have to do alone. I'll make it. I'm tough.
It's hard to believe that there's really a guy out there who's perfect for me. It feels like I have a lot of "getting it together" to do before I'll ever meet him. But I know my policy. I have to wait 3 months now. But I'll work on me, and I'll be okay.
YOU ARE READING
"Oh."
Romance"Oh." A single word filed with disappointment The journal tracking my progress of getting over you.
