Sunday, June 04, 2006

It's Called a Breakup Because It's Broken

Just have to remember that . . .

Still really hard though.
He is/was really cool. I'll miss him.

5 comments:

iamthanu said...

Before you get your underwear all in a bunch, it was amiable . . . he doesn't know what he wants, but it isn't me . . . and it is better to hurt now. At least that's what I'm telling myself.

Frees me up to find someone that really likes me. And that's what we all want, isn't it?

Anonymous said...

The operative word is "it" not you.

iamthanu said...

And part of me knows that . . . and part of me wishes that I could have him back so bad . . what little we had, from the conversation I had with him last night.

I take that back . . . it wasn't what "little" we had. But I can't settle and I don't want him to settle either.

So it has to end.

Anonymous said...

So I guess that beer money was not really worth it last weekend??? Oh well - good for you - you really do have to kiss some frogs. Even if it hurts your heart - it makes room for the good ones! - M

iamthanu said...

Or it walls you off from the good ones. I'm not sure which at this point. But no, the beer money was not worth it.