Once upon a time, there was this boy. A bright spot in my rough after-mission life. He gave me hope in romance again. He helped me see I deserved something better than what I had. He made me happy. He was my best friend.
For a brief moment in time.
After a couple dates and keeping in contact for a couple months things just kinda phased out. I blamed no one.
Till I "moved" to CA and he didn't give me the time of day. Then I placed blame. I wanted to see if something could happen. So I made an effort. And he didn't reciprocate.
It hurt more than I thought it would.
And today I felt that hurt again as I deleted the last vestiges of a weekend my heart will never forget...
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