Dramatic Irony
Just when I think I will stop bleeding all over everything, I see him driving down State Street while I’m inside the pizza place with friends, and it all rushes back. The “what ifs”, the “whys?”, and what happened between him and me. Sure this too shall pass, but its taking fucking forever. Why did seven months do so much damage? How could I have been so reckless? Was it because it really was love? I haven’t ached this badly since Trent and sometimes it feels one-hundred times worse because it all feels so new. There are very few moments now when its such a relief to forget about him, but then I’m all alone & nothing helps comfort the thought that he let me go…
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