My OperaGetting Over Him...
Saturday, October 13, 2007 6:41:54 PM
I was laying in bed thinking about him:
Thinking about his voice
Thinking about his body
The necklace he wore, pulling on it, and watch it slip back around his neck
Thinking about his laugh
Wondering what it could have been like, taking the risk together
My head knowing it was the right thing, but my heart stinging
Finding things to do when we would usually talk
He is lovely
Finding something else to think about to make me smile
It is a strange feeling, trying to move forward. We all move forward in different ways. My friend is getting over her break up by sleeping with multiple people. Me, I spend time with friends and go home alone and fall apart. There are moments of optimism when I know everything will be just fine and things will only continue to get better. Then, there are moments of sadness, wondering if he feels the same pain, why he would not take the risk, wondering if he will ever be happy.
Thinking about his voice
Thinking about his body
The necklace he wore, pulling on it, and watch it slip back around his neck
Thinking about his laugh
Wondering what it could have been like, taking the risk together
My head knowing it was the right thing, but my heart stinging
Finding things to do when we would usually talk
He is lovely
Finding something else to think about to make me smile
It is a strange feeling, trying to move forward. We all move forward in different ways. My friend is getting over her break up by sleeping with multiple people. Me, I spend time with friends and go home alone and fall apart. There are moments of optimism when I know everything will be just fine and things will only continue to get better. Then, there are moments of sadness, wondering if he feels the same pain, why he would not take the risk, wondering if he will ever be happy.
