Friday, September 08, 2006

I guess the world doesnt stop...



So yea, its been a while, and a lot has happened. This summer was kind of rocky in terms of my relationship with my boyfriend, and then yesterday the bombshell - he broke up with me. One of those horrible things that you see coming and can't seem to find a way to stop. I don't think its actually hit me yet, but I know as soon as I see my best friend, I'm going to break down. She's the only one I feel comfortable enough with to cry in front of, and she knows it. If nothing else this is giving me a chance to listen to those sappy break up songs I usually can't stand listening to.
Hopefully this is temporary, because I truly believe he is the love of my life. If I'm wrong and it was just a case of puppy love, then I don't know what I'm going to do. Even with my heart breaking, I won't let him see me cry. I know I don't want to be one of those crazy ex-girlfriends who calls him up crying all the time begging him to come back. There's a quote that says "If you truly love something let it go, if it comes back its yours, and thats how you know" So I'll give him a while to figure shit out. If theres another girl, then I'll let him have his fun or whatever, but when it really matters he'll see that I'm still here. I always have been. We've been best friends since 6th grade, and if I lose him as a friend it will kill me; the pain of losing him as my boyfriend wouldn't even compare. I can' t imagine my life without him. I also know that I have some of the best friends in the world, and for that I am more thankful than most of them will ever know.
I just dont know. I wish my big bro was around, if nothing else than as a shoulder to cry on. But, as I keep finding out, life rarely seems to turn out the way you want it to.

"Last night I prayed the lord my soul to keep
Then I cried myself to sleep
So sure life wouldn't go on without you
But oh this sun is blinding me
As it wakes me from the dark
I guess the world didn't stop
For my broken heart" ~Reba McEntire

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