It's been well over a year since she left. She was never mine in the first place, and due to circumstances we would have never been together anyway. The rational part of my brain tells me that it will never happen, but the irrational part keeps saying, "Maybe one day". I constantly see "signs" that it could be true but maybe I'm looking too hard for them, wanting to see them. I just don't know how to get her out of my head without losing complete contact with her.
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I don't hate my life. I hate myself.
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