Fuck it. The truth is I'm crying because he doesn't care about me. And I watched that tonight from a far. I was attempting hard to flirt with these other guys and get his attention, while I told them over and over again that I miss him. They kept on putting him down...he's overweight, a loser, a punk, douche. And my only excuse, I loved him and I needed him.
When did he stop being there? I wish it was when I stopped needing him, but still I crave his quick winks.
None of this makes sense. He'll follow me if I stop loving him. But I can't and you can quote me on that one. Love...as it is, keeps on going to what it needs to be.
The truth-- just relay this, and I'll feel better. In the mean time, no excuses, it's 1:30AM on a Friday, and I ask- for real this time. What is holding me back from Love? Four words from love. Push it into your pants, and tighten the belt, and say, above all- it's just love and you can do anything. Get to it.
He'll follow you if you stop loving him? That doesn't make sense to me! That sounds like a formulaic self-help book. Why would you want someone to follow you only if you didn't love him? and what if, worst case scenario, you stop loving him and he doesn't notice?
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Alright, so maybe I shouldn't have beer for dinner and then blog. Total jibberish comes out for sure. The next day I was more in shock that I didn't try to snag out of the Aussies. The old me never would've let an accent like that go so easily. And also, I can't keep torturing myself like this, he'll never know that I'm unhappy about where we're at- unless I get up the nerve to tell him that I want more. It's on my to-do list, I promise.
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