Every day I'm learning more and more about the politics of heartache. This is knowledge that I did not want.
I want to see him. I don't want to see him. Everything hurts and I'd much rather bury myself under my covers than do any other thing. But sadly, I don't have that luxury. So I try to go through the motions. I try not to cry every minute of the day. And I try to remember that he's going through something, too.
Of course, I wish I believed that he was hurting as much as I am. Because of the way it fell out, I find it hard to fathom that his heart is as sore as mine. I honestly don't think he ever gave his heart to me in the same way I gave mine. I think I just put too much of me in the situation, which is making it harder to extract myself,
Everyone says they know what I'm going through. I believe they do. But I don't want to know this. I want to live out the rest of my days in blissful ignorance. Alas...thanks to New Boo...I can't.
I want to see him. I don't want to see him. Everything hurts and I'd much rather bury myself under my covers than do any other thing. But sadly, I don't have that luxury. So I try to go through the motions. I try not to cry every minute of the day. And I try to remember that he's going through something, too.
Of course, I wish I believed that he was hurting as much as I am. Because of the way it fell out, I find it hard to fathom that his heart is as sore as mine. I honestly don't think he ever gave his heart to me in the same way I gave mine. I think I just put too much of me in the situation, which is making it harder to extract myself,
Everyone says they know what I'm going through. I believe they do. But I don't want to know this. I want to live out the rest of my days in blissful ignorance. Alas...thanks to New Boo...I can't.
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