Tonight I have found myself in my messy room, at 12am, asking 'why?'. Again.
J confessed to me that he found himself 'very attracted to me', after breaking up with me and completely destroying me a year ago this month. I know what you're thinking, you're thinking, 'You don't want to be with him, he is a dick, and you can do better than him, and you're worth more'
But, it's been a year, and I haven't. Maybe it's just timing, or maybe I haven't allowed myself to find someone else, but Either way, I haven't.
Why now? In a few drunken text messages after Tropfest on City Rail? How is that worth it?
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