I look at myself in the mirror and just burst out in tears. I can't stay with him any l6onger, He's a prick and deserves to go to hell. I wiped my tears and just got in bed. What happened to him? He used to be a angel, and he treated me like his everything.
I'm so fucking done with him.
-1 week-
I'm doing good on my own, My friends are helping me, I've blocked his number and burned all of our pictures together. This is cleansing.
I love it.
-3 weeks-
It's getting a little rocky, but other than that, im still doing good, Everything is good, And perfect. Right?
-5 weeks-
Everything is reminding me of him, I decided to unblock his number, because thats immature and i have to be the bigger person and realise my worth. I'm worth it.
-6, weeks, ? ¿?¿-
Im going fucking crazy, I can't believe im saying it but i need him, so badly, he was the only thing i looked forward too, my house is a absolute mess, I'm a fucking mess, And i miss him so much he's evereything i need, i cant fucking breathe, im just walking around screaming and crying my eyes out. This is torture. I want him.
I need him.
-1¡¿day¿§»-
I ran out of my car and banged on his door. "Please! Please! Answer!" He opened the door and i fell into his arms and he pushed me off snd closed his door.
"What are you doing here?" I fell on my knees crying my heart out. "I need you like the air i breathe! I n-need i need your more than me! Please! Please!" I started choking on my words.
"Conan get out" I couldn't let any air come through my lungs. "I need you more than anything!" I stood up and tumbled back to the ground. I can't breathe, This is how i die? From a dumbass heartbreak?
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I wake up in bed with him. He's still sleep, And i feel safe. I laid down and pulled myself closer to him and buried myself in his arms. I like it like this.
