Y�know, sometimes you think it�s all gonna� work out. �Cos your in this big lovey-dovey relationship. And, just the sheer though of him makes you smile so brightly.
The though of him coming round that night, even though your just gonna� be watching DVD and going to bed about 10, makes you giggle in joy.
When you�re just about to go to sleep, and he cuddles up and whispers �I love you�, and you get that tingle in your stomach �cos you know it just feels so right.

It doesn�t last.
It crashes down and burns.

�Cos he will turn around and say, �I think want to be single�
And for the next 30 seconds you will sit there, next to him, hand in hand with such a rush of emotions, anger, love, distrust, sadness.

And then you�ll say �I�ll make the decision for you, your single�
And you said that because you were angry.

He leaves, You cry.
But somehow, your okay. �It�s for the best�
That lasts for about 30 seconds. And then it just hurts
But, the days roll on, but his stuff is still there, open the wardrobes, that hoodie you always wore.
Bedside table, that book you read together.
Okay, take your mind off things, watch a DVD. Wait, there his.
His smell, you remember that one you couldn�t resist, that�s still there on your pillows, �cos your too afraid to let it go.

He calls, it�s been about a week.
�I think I made the wrong decision�
�I miss you�
And, you have no idea what to think.

He calls round, he needs his stuff.

He calls you, everyday.
To say that he�s sorry, to say that he loves you more than ever and his life is so dull without you in it, To say that he doesn�t just miss you he needs you, and that you only spent two months together, he can see the two of you having such a wonderful, years long relationship if only you could forgive him, and let him back into your life.

Another week passes, with a lot more phone calls and text messages. To the point that your meeting up with him tomorrow, and your going to talk things through. �Cos as much as you want to hate him, you can�t, you still love him.

But, he turns up at your work, drunk. 1st time� its okay, he�s being okay.
2nd time, same night, it�s not okay.
Because he�s having a go at every man your serving, following you around, checking up on you with every move you make, kicking up a fuss when you serve him.
And at the end of the night, your in tears on a friend shoulder because once again he�s caused you pain, but wait, there�s more to come.
That friend you were just crying on. You�re sleeping with, you�re also an asshole.
So you�ve just been told.

You thought it wouldn�t get any worse; you were going to work it out.

About a week later, he�s collected the rest of his stuff.
You can�t bare to look him in the eye, he�s sorry, your sorry, because he wants that one last chance. He wants you so much, he loves you. But, you�ve lost everything for him.
You care, but not enough.
You love, but not enough.

But you can�t tell him.
You�ll think about it, heh. But we both know the answer,
You just can�t trust him,

Not anymore.

He was 28, you were 18.
What did he see in you anyway.