Day 129...
No idea what's going on...no idea on how to deal with it any longer; this has been drawn out for too long. My relationship feels empty, well...at least for me.
Butterflies have out-lived me. I can't associate myself with that feeling any more; don't know how.
Have I finally grown up?
Have I given up on love and turned myself to this monster who no longer keeps the feeling of warmth and love together?
I can no longer get that feeling even to linger for one minute. Do I still have enough love left in me?
For him?
For someone else?
Not secretive, expressive. Not loud, I usually am quiet. I tend to depend on my enthusiasm in whatever situation (childish I know, but that's me)
Mar 7, 2010
200 Days - From The Pages Of Me
Day 71...
It's become more suspicious to me about where I am standing in this relationship. Lack of communication has become a bigger problem now and a lot is being said now that I should move on with someone else.
"Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option."
I came across that yesterday (Day 70)...I wonder, am I still his priority, or an option?
It's become more suspicious to me about where I am standing in this relationship. Lack of communication has become a bigger problem now and a lot is being said now that I should move on with someone else.
"Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option."
I came across that yesterday (Day 70)...I wonder, am I still his priority, or an option?
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