In my opinion, the “wasted friend” title is semi-acceptable in college. We act understanding about it because “shit happens.” But after graduation? No way. If someone doesn’t have their alcohol consumption in-check after college, then I have no empathy for them.
Accept the woman you are without him. Accept that things will never work out with this one. Accept that your love is made for someone else. Someone you haven’t met yet, and someone you won’t have the chance of meeting if you stay hung up on this guy.
Why am I so undesirable? Why won’t he love me? Why am I not good enough?
And so, if you mention again that we should hang out, I will agree. I will drink beer with you and make casual conversation, hoping we do not get too close in proximity to each other. I will sit there wanting to jump your bones. And God help me, may you not decide you feel the same in that moment.
I was an angry, sad mess. Sure, some boys have seemed to be non-caring or in it for the hook-up, but at least their intentions were clear.
I don’t understand how to think without my heart.
People don’t like difficult. They like easy and convenient. When things get complicated those soul mates that cannot go the distance peace out.
“I will survive and be the one who’s stronger. I will not beg you to stay. I will move on and you should know I mean it. Wild horses run in me.”
I know I like you more than you like me. I know this because I’ve said it to you before and you don’t contradict me. I tell you I will be the one to get hurt. You don’t argue with that either.
There’s something about this one. Something that seems so right and beautiful. You don’t want to let it go. But you don’t know how to tell him either. Because to tell him would be to go against everything the relationship was founded upon: the mutual understanding that it would end when distance came into play.