Monday, December 1, 2014
Posted at 2:57 PM
I had the best summer of my entire life. I went to a shit ton of concerts (Bonnaroo - which is a music festival in Tennessee, Silopanna - music festival in Annapolis, Warped Tour, Life in Color, Shwayze, New Found Glory x2, The Dirty Heads, Pepper, and Aer) and I didn't even think about you for one moment, I didn't give you the time of day.But I'm back where it all started and I think about you every single day. I have dreams about you and these dreams usually consist of how I wish you would make an effort to try to be with me again. Then I wake up and I'm reminded of how things ended so suddenly. How can you possibly tell me you love me and come two weeks, you never speak to me again? How can you make promises with me for the future when you don't acknowledge my existence now? How is this fair?
Why can't you miss me enough to talk to me again? I'm completely stupid for wanting you back. Maybe I just want the happiness I felt when I was with you.
They say time will heal but my longing for you burns more intensely than it did in May. Maybe I'm the exception to this saying.