Wednesday, May 5, 2010

He loves me, he loves me not. I love him, I love him not.
I always imagined that love was something that was supposed to hit you.
Right in the chest.
Never questioning.

It's so crazy how hurt I feel. I feel like my heart is being squeezed. Though, not in a good way.
I want to run back to him so bad, but I know that would be bad for me.

So I sit here at three in the morning and think, think, think.