{177.} life.

Listening to: Tool Academy
Feeling: abused
oh Lord! Two years! lls. I feel her sorrow. I feel like she's a part of my soul. I miss her like I miss my own broken heart. She's broken my heart, so I guess I do miss my heart. If I'm honest, I love her and I know that she's my heart& soul. I know that what I did was the harshest thing I've ever done to her. I addressed every little thing she's ever done: the lies, the heart ache, the PROOF. And a few days later, her Gram passed. I can't believe that happened, but I could'nt have seen it coming. I know I can't take it back, but I wish I could talk to her and save her from herself. In all reality, she's the only one who can save herself from herself. The real disappointment is that she never loved me the way I thought... I wish her luck. I wish her the best... I just wish I could be there to see it. Even though I could never be a part of it again.. In actuality, I guess it's actually better for me. All she did was mentally and emotionally bruise me. I can't afford for that to affect the rest of my life. It's too valuable. agh. =
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