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I am in love. It hurts. A lot. I cry. A lot. And think. A lot. About him. All the time.
I love him.
don't know why but I do.
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love is a sword. i hold the handle at times and wish i could hold it with him.
but i must whittle away as i do now the handle
and pray to one day be worthy of him.
this is my sword and it is at now motivation so much so that i wish the metal were words and i could beat them as i do emotion but emotion is never beatable the sword will always wait for me to hold it and when i do i must learn to be true.
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and the reason I'm posting this is have people tell me that it'll be alright, that i'll get over it, and that one day, it'll be better, that i have to believe in myself...
but I don't believe that.
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quote:Originally posted by Phanto: and the reason I'm posting this is have people tell me that it'll be alright, that i'll get over it, and that one day, it'll be better, that i have to believe in myself...
but I don't believe that.
Ah...I'm going through one of those phases myself. Its hurting, its hurting. *goes to cry in her little corner*
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It'll be alright, you'll get over it, and one day, it'll be better, you have to believe in myself.
Better?
Seriously, it will.
If it's a broken heart, you will get over it. One day.
If it's the "I love him and he doesn't love me / know who I am" then either a) You'll get together and you'll be deleriously happy or: b) You'll keep pining away until one day you'll notice that he has nostril hair/smells funny/is actually really mean/wears stupid shirts and suddenly the angst won't be so... angsty.