Why can't i stop wanting him back?
Seriously, I want to go back to him
Seriously, I want to go back to him
On Sunday I saw him, we met in the same place without agreement, we only saw each other, my friends told me that he said he wanted to talk to me, I denied it and today a friend made a joke about follo
Today I signed up for boxing, a sport that he used to practice, the truth is that I didn't do it for him, it was just out of curiosity, there was a boy who looked a lot like him, I had to train with h
It's been a while since I've been here, not because I'm already 100% overcome if not because I don't see the need, I don't see him with sadness anymore, it only makes me angry because not even 2 month
I don't miss him so much anymore, the truth is that I am starting to get over it, but today I dreamed something, that I felt in love again, I didn't see the man's face but he was beautiful, I missed t
The truth is that yesterday I relapsed again and cried for him, I missed him like never before, in part it's because I feel bad about my depression and he was the one who supported me, I missed him a
I remember how intense it was even if you were cold those last weeks, I remember how excited I was to receive a message from you even though you ignored mine, I remember the whole future that I saw by
When I think about you my chest doesn't hurt anymore, I don't want to cry anymore, I just feel a little nostalgic, I admit that sometimes I try to make it hurt again, because I cling to miss you, beca
I don't feel love with anyone, it seems that he took that pretty version of me
I'm talking to a guy, he's very cute and I think I'm starting to like him, I'm afraid but it's a step forward to finish overcoming this
Sometimes I miss him again and I just want to lie on his chest again while I listen to his heartbeat.
Every time I find out about the slightest thing he does, I miss him again, he doesn't have another and he's not talking to anyone, just knowing what he makes I miss him, no matter how much I feel like
I was so fucking happy before him.
I lied to you, I didn't want to break up with you, it wasn't the best thing for us, I wanted to stay with you and tell you everything, right now I'm having a lot of problems and I don't even have anyo
Yesterday was the day that marked the month since he and I broke up, at night I had a crisis of nostalgia and melancholy, sometimes I miss him but I won't look for him, I will continue to move forward
Tomorrow marks the month since we ended our relationship, I've been talking to some men, they've treated me very well but I don't want anything serious with anyone, I'm moving forward, I feel good tod
Sometimes when I go out on the street and I don't wear a jacket I remember when he took off his to give it to me and take away the cold, I miss him
It didn't mean as much to you as it did to me and it hurts
Sometimes I think he never really liked me because of how easy he let me go
It makes me angry to know how close I let him be and how I let him touch me
I wish you could see with my eyes and see what an idiot you are
Now that I see him with different eyes I realize how he looked down on me and was mean to me
Yesterday I found out that he is talking to a girl, I felt a little bad, but that's when I realized that he never really loved me, this is the first step to start healing, in 7 days it will be a month
Today my country suffered an earthquake, my city was one of the affected, and while I was running to find a safe place I could only think: "will he be okay?", I wanted to break contact and ask him, I
I've suffered more than I laughed in the relationship
Even after an afternoon full of laughter and distractions, I miss you. Even while i'm laughing whit my friends, I miss you
It's been 3 weeks, 3 weeks without hearing your voice, 3 weeks without seeing you, 3 weeks without your kisses, 3 weeks without your caresses, 3 weeks without your loves, 3 weeks without hearing you t
From time to time I see you pass through my mind, you sneak through memories, you play with my senses, you talk to my problems and dance with my memories, you leave a mess wherever you go, little by l