I wrote a story about us and in the end, we weren't together. And no matter how many times I rewrote it, the ending never changed. |
The irony is that when I fell so hard for you, you didn't even stumble. |
I fervently wish for you to call me, to tell me you suddenly have an answer for me. Just so I can tell you that I don't even care anymore what the answer is. |
A hopeless romantic in a hopeless relationship is destined for heartbreak. |
I know all about you now. And I hate myself for still wanting you, despite every terrible thing. |
I guess his intentions were good. He thought that by not answering me, it was letting me down easy. He didn't know it would just make me feel worthless. |
At least we can remember pain without having to feel it again. |
For once, when someone asks me how I'm doing and I tell them I'm fine...I just want them to look at me and say "tell the truth." |
"I don't know which I'd rather believe... that you never did care or that you eventually stopped." |
If I asked him, would he even know the color of my eyes? |