Why am I still hung up on something I know I’ve lost? Why does he still haunt my dreams? Why can’t I get through a day without thinking of him? I don’t call. I don’t write. I sit. I wonder. I really have changed. Thanks to him.
I think about how I cared for him. I think about how much I loved him. It hurts me to think that I will never feel that way again. I may find love. I may find happiness. But I’ll never find that. It will always be set apart from all the rest.
I say I don’t care about meeting men—and I don’t, really. I had the man of my dreams right in front of me for three years. But I wasn’t good enough for him. I’ve got to be good enough for someone, right?
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