posted on Nov, 28 2005 @ 12:02 AM
I feel better by just writing this down...
Seeing her rips through me like a swift blade. I wish I could get her out of my mind. We broke up for good and sincere reasons. But her image haunts
my memory and my dreams. I miss her when I am alone...I miss her when I'm down, but being near her angers me and I despise her. The good memories
make me want her, but her presence is repulsive to me.
We work together at a store, and are basically forced near each other. Now it seems as another reality...where once we got along, now she seems a
stranger. This is the way it has to be.
All the things we did together, all the secrets shared, all the things that were said were done in vain. I feel as though a part of me has been
stolen. Taken from me, but given to her by my blinded faith. All the time and effort put into this seems to be wasted life.
I'm wondering when all the times we said we loved each other, if they were true. What is true love? I don't know. Something feels like it has been
ripped away from me. The line between love and pain is so narrow, and it seems you stand on each side of the line at the same time.
Can you love someone so much that it seems painful at times? Love brings pain, and when that love ends, all that remains is that pain.
I will move on, but I am wary of another relationship. I'm young still, but I wonder if it is worth it. Maybe some people are meant to be alone?
Maybe I am out of place, and this is just the thoughts of an unexperienced person not accustomed to relationships. But the lingering presence of
confusion still clouds my mind. Is the inevitable pain worth the uncertainty of another failed relationship?
Can I try to build a healthy relationship when I feel doomed from the beginning? I just don't know...