2015 Is The Year Of The Fuckboy
Lets face it, they are everywhere but you may not realize how many fuckboys you actually come into contact with on a daily basis.
Lets face it, they are everywhere but you may not realize how many fuckboys you actually come into contact with on a daily basis.
I think you’re moving on, I know you are. I need to do the same, but there is a part of me that can’t, more so, I simply do not want to.
I could lock the love I have, or for that matter had, for you, into something that I could carry around with me, something tangible, in hopes that I could feel safe again or to remind myself that at one point I had love in something, that I believed in- something that wasn’t myself, I would throw the key away- I wouldn’t search for lost goods.
If he says he is too tired to walk you out in the morning, tell him to go to bed earlier.
I hope that one day I will know that I did all I could, and that my best was good enough, and my best was better for someone else.
I don’t know why I can’t move on and let it go. I know I can- I just don’t want to.
I don’t know if what I ever felt was love, or just lack of. I don’t know if my fascination and unrealistic expectations led me so far down the rabbit hole I never got out of it.
You can’t stop it, it’s inevitable & in order for it to be love it must be mutual, reciprocated, shared
I hope he tells you he wants you, and only you- that you are it.
It’s quite funny in a cynical, and slightly ironic way but, you’re a lot like the weather- unpredictable, irregular, impulsive but more so- powerful.