loveletmego
June 15th, 2010, 11:28 AM
I apologize ahead of time, this will be very long.
I'm sorry.
I need this, I need this so badly.
Please spare some of your time to read it all, I need someone to talk to so badly.
My girlfriend, well now ex.
We were dating for a good while.
And as juvenile as it sounds.
I loved her.
I loved her so much.
I still do. I still do just as much as I did months ago.
We never fought.
We never had problems.
I was the happiest I have ever been, in my entire life.
From the day I was born, to the moment of now where I cry at the thought of the cracks in her palm, holding her when she was sleeping was the happiest I ever been.
And now she's pregnant with someone else's kid.
I've been throwing up, I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't laugh. I can't smile.
I love her so much.
I miss her so fucking much.
She told me she's never known love before, she fucking told me that.
Then she let him inside.
I asked her if she ever really loved me like I loved her.
She said she knew I could never believe her, but she did.
And I know I shouldn't believe her.
But believing that she loved me is the only thing keeping me going right now.
The only reason I can fucking get through a day.
Not a single moment goes by where I don't miss her.
I can't accept that I won't ever hold her again, I won't feel her kiss again.
Part of me deep down needs to feel that one day it'll be okay.
One day I'll hold her again.
He took her from me, he took her god damn virginity.
And I was going to give her mine, We were going to give eachothers.
And now this happened.
Now she's pregnant.
I can't even think of it without the most indescribable feeling in my throat, in my chest. In my head.
How.
How could she do this.
I used all the words, all the metaphors, all the little things, everything I could, every day, to show her I loved her.
I said every word I ever could, I told her things I have never told anyone.
She was the first I've ever used those words on.
Now when I use them again, it won't be the same unless it's her.
It's only the third fucking day and it's just getting worse.
Last night I woke up, I had that feeling you get when you wake up from a terrible nightmare. I said to myself, thankgod this is over, thankgod I have her. Then it hit me, this wasn't the fucking dream, this was the reality. I lost it so badly, I've haven't cried in years, and I lost it this morning like I never have. She did this to me, and I still love her. I still want her next to me so god damn much. She's all I think about, absolutely all I think about.
I like to tell myself someone, once in a blue moon could hurt someone like that and still love them.
She has an awfully rough life.
Her dad's an alchoholic, her mom's abusive and hits her, she's losing her mind.
And now I am to.
And I keep telling myself maybe it wasn't my fault, maybe she did love me.
But what did I do wrong?
What did I do? Did I not make her happy enough? Did I not give her what she needed?
She still says she hates herself, she deserves every harsh word everyone's said, every friend hating her now.
She still says I made her the happiest she's ever been.
But how could she do that?
I want her again so badly.
She meant everything to me.
And deep down I know she's better than the mistake she made.
As hard as it is to admit that, as hard as it is for anyone to believe that.
She's not the fuckup she made.
It doesn't define her.
She made me so fucking happy and now I can't look anywhere or hear anything without thinking of her.
I'm young, I've got a life of head of me.
But I'm honest to God scared I won't love like I loved her again.
I'm so scared I won't ever trust again.
Yet I still love her.
I still fucking love her.
I can't think of her face without tears breaking the dry gaze in my eyes.
I can't keep down any fucking food.
This was the last thing I ever expected from her, the last.
I know people say that all the time, "I never expected it"
But we were so fucking happy.
I remember one night we lied by a fire under the night sky.
And I swear to God when I saw her face lit up by the moon, it was more beautiful than the stars and sky itself. I'd give anything to go back to that for one more day, one more hour, on more minute. This was two weeks ago. Two weeks ago I was the happiest I have ever been, and now, now I'm this. I don't have a word for it, there is none, I am just this. I am this weeping, vomiting sack of miserable shit.
And all I want is her.
All I want is her to come weeping in my arms and beg for me to give her one last chance.
And I want to so badly.
I know I've been wronged.
I know I have.
But she let me know what love is.
She let me know.
Now she has let me know the worst pain I have ever felt.
And I just want her back. So badly.
I want to forgive her.
I want to start over with her.
Could that ever, ever happen?
I'm sorry.
I need this, I need this so badly.
Please spare some of your time to read it all, I need someone to talk to so badly.
My girlfriend, well now ex.
We were dating for a good while.
And as juvenile as it sounds.
I loved her.
I loved her so much.
I still do. I still do just as much as I did months ago.
We never fought.
We never had problems.
I was the happiest I have ever been, in my entire life.
From the day I was born, to the moment of now where I cry at the thought of the cracks in her palm, holding her when she was sleeping was the happiest I ever been.
And now she's pregnant with someone else's kid.
I've been throwing up, I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't laugh. I can't smile.
I love her so much.
I miss her so fucking much.
She told me she's never known love before, she fucking told me that.
Then she let him inside.
I asked her if she ever really loved me like I loved her.
She said she knew I could never believe her, but she did.
And I know I shouldn't believe her.
But believing that she loved me is the only thing keeping me going right now.
The only reason I can fucking get through a day.
Not a single moment goes by where I don't miss her.
I can't accept that I won't ever hold her again, I won't feel her kiss again.
Part of me deep down needs to feel that one day it'll be okay.
One day I'll hold her again.
He took her from me, he took her god damn virginity.
And I was going to give her mine, We were going to give eachothers.
And now this happened.
Now she's pregnant.
I can't even think of it without the most indescribable feeling in my throat, in my chest. In my head.
How.
How could she do this.
I used all the words, all the metaphors, all the little things, everything I could, every day, to show her I loved her.
I said every word I ever could, I told her things I have never told anyone.
She was the first I've ever used those words on.
Now when I use them again, it won't be the same unless it's her.
It's only the third fucking day and it's just getting worse.
Last night I woke up, I had that feeling you get when you wake up from a terrible nightmare. I said to myself, thankgod this is over, thankgod I have her. Then it hit me, this wasn't the fucking dream, this was the reality. I lost it so badly, I've haven't cried in years, and I lost it this morning like I never have. She did this to me, and I still love her. I still want her next to me so god damn much. She's all I think about, absolutely all I think about.
I like to tell myself someone, once in a blue moon could hurt someone like that and still love them.
She has an awfully rough life.
Her dad's an alchoholic, her mom's abusive and hits her, she's losing her mind.
And now I am to.
And I keep telling myself maybe it wasn't my fault, maybe she did love me.
But what did I do wrong?
What did I do? Did I not make her happy enough? Did I not give her what she needed?
She still says she hates herself, she deserves every harsh word everyone's said, every friend hating her now.
She still says I made her the happiest she's ever been.
But how could she do that?
I want her again so badly.
She meant everything to me.
And deep down I know she's better than the mistake she made.
As hard as it is to admit that, as hard as it is for anyone to believe that.
She's not the fuckup she made.
It doesn't define her.
She made me so fucking happy and now I can't look anywhere or hear anything without thinking of her.
I'm young, I've got a life of head of me.
But I'm honest to God scared I won't love like I loved her again.
I'm so scared I won't ever trust again.
Yet I still love her.
I still fucking love her.
I can't think of her face without tears breaking the dry gaze in my eyes.
I can't keep down any fucking food.
This was the last thing I ever expected from her, the last.
I know people say that all the time, "I never expected it"
But we were so fucking happy.
I remember one night we lied by a fire under the night sky.
And I swear to God when I saw her face lit up by the moon, it was more beautiful than the stars and sky itself. I'd give anything to go back to that for one more day, one more hour, on more minute. This was two weeks ago. Two weeks ago I was the happiest I have ever been, and now, now I'm this. I don't have a word for it, there is none, I am just this. I am this weeping, vomiting sack of miserable shit.
And all I want is her.
All I want is her to come weeping in my arms and beg for me to give her one last chance.
And I want to so badly.
I know I've been wronged.
I know I have.
But she let me know what love is.
She let me know.
Now she has let me know the worst pain I have ever felt.
And I just want her back. So badly.
I want to forgive her.
I want to start over with her.
Could that ever, ever happen?