I don't know what happened, but I'm no stranger to this experience. However, I thought this time would be different. You seemed different from all the others before you.
I thought we had a good thing going on. Apparently that was all in my head. I haven't heard from you in five days. That doesn't sound like much when it's written down, but considering that since we met, there have only been a few days where we had no contact at all. There was always something.
I smiled every time I got a text from you. My bus rides out to see you were wonderful, because I knew you would be there at the park and ride. Spending time with you was a joy and I never really wanted to go home, but I knew I had to.
Was it because I was taking things too slowly? Usually I'm different, but this time I was trying something new because I thought it would help. Apparently I was wrong.
The whole time, I was clouded by how I felt for you. Did I see things that weren't really there? Was the touch of your hand merely imagination? I'm sad that none of it was real in the end, because I really liked it.
I'm choosing to remember the you in my head rather than the you you turned out to be. It's better than feeling defeated and worthless yet again.
Originally I thought I'd be spending time with you tonight. Instead I'll be watching "He's Just Not That Into You" on DVD, since apparently I need to get that message.
I still wish it could have been different. I wish you could have said something instead of completely ignoring me. I think that would have hurt less...
Doctor Doom 2.0
1 day ago