i keep waking up expecting to see you lying beside me asleep, as if nothing has changed…or even sleeping on my couch…so i wake up and i always check the living room to see if you are there…and i don’t fucking know why. i still think about things and want to cry, everyone tells me we shared so much together and it would be a shame for things to never be salvageable…i remember how you used to look at me the same way… all your late night phone calls telling me “i wish i was there with you at your house instead of here waiting on my boyfriend” and telling me how much you missed me…nothing could have made me happier than you saying something like that. but now, i know what you’re doing and where you are…all those things that are lost, was it really worth it to make yourself feel this way? face your pain and quit trying to bottle everything up inside…you’re only going to take it out on someone else, and they may not be as patient and forgiving as i am.