You’re not perfect, but nobody makes me feel entirely myself like you do.
Our generation has found a way to conclude that if a guy or girl isn’t constantly texting you the value of your relationship is seriously diminished.
It took me a long time to understand confusing emotions and I can’t say that I always know what I want, but I do know that trying to play games and acting like you don’t care normally hurts more than being honest with yourself.
You saw me and you wanted to be us. I know this because I can feel your pull towards me when we are both ignoring each other.
A part of me knows deep down that you feel the same, but a part of me also second guesses everything because of your silence. A part of me knows we made a mistake, but a part of me thinks you didn’t think it was one. A part of me knows that you are talking to someone else and assuming I am too, but a part of me wonders if you know I wish it was you.
I’ve always said I don’t want a boy, but I wouldn’t stop myself if I started liking someone. I have consequently started liking someone and in turn I am just as shocked about it as I feel threatened by it. It is such a strange concept feeling like you want to be with someone, but simultaneously feeling your independence threatened.
It’s not entirely anything I can explain. It was something about him that possessed some wave of control over my mind. He wasn’t the kind of guy who had everything I was looking for, he was missing almost all the checks and balances.
It is in fact true and I hate to say it, but anyone can meet someone else or be intimate with someone at any stage in a relationship whether there is a title attached or not, it’s just whether we label it as cheating or not. It hurts either way if you care about someone.
I never thought I would feel relief while being told I had been cheated on.