1.23.2009

Broken-up

I love him. And he loves me. But we're not together now. It's funny how everything feels hazy, heartbreaking and so very different.

I feel all in pieces and I am not really certain where they all are, except that some of them (a lot of them?) are with him. Strangely though, I don't feel like bothering to put myself back together. Like, when you have a jigsaw puzzle and you know some of the pieces are missing, what's the point in even opening up the box?

I think this is a bad sign.

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