I loved him more than anything. Just hearing his name would bring a smile to my face, a lift to my spirit. His name was Ryan. I remember the day we first met like it was yesterday, over a year ago. I never thought i would fall so deeply and desperately in love with him. He was 21...
Its like i'm obsessed.
I told him we shouldn't talk anymore.
and i think i'm the only one who suffering from it.
i can't sleep.
i can't focus on my exam which will take place in 1.5 hours.
i can't force him to love me.
or talk to me.
or be my friend.
Well... as simple as it sounds.
I asked him to call it a truce with me.
Yeah, I'm still hurt a bit.
I still feel used.
i just finished crying.
But... he said fine.
And I feel totally relieved.
He's honestly a lying, unfeeling, user jerk.
He broke up with me two days ago now.
From the beginning it's been weird.
We've known each other since we were freshman in highschool, we even attened the same middle school.
We just got close last year around September or October. We were just friends, it was fine. Until I...
So... he didn't change.
he asked me back in less than a week.
i said sure.
but we still weren't together.
and well... yeah. he still has no time for me.
he's still mean and tempermental.
and i stoped talking to him.
i needed him yesterday
and he couldn't text...
This is all happening in a sort amount of time. Everything in our relationship seemed to happen in a short amount of time.
I told my mother that we broke up. And just as I finished, he texts me.
He didn't speak to me at all monday.
But Tuesday, he's back.