one night the man I love showed up at my door, told me it was over, wouldn’t give me a real reason why & immediately & completely blocked off all forms of communication & cut me out of his life. I still have no clue what happened. When I run into him in public, he doesn’t speak or make eye contact and pretends like I don’t exist. so um…I guess he is evidently just going to pretend like he never knew me and im just a random stranger from now on…ok then. I really don’t know why and i guess i never will *shrug* I know that someone who could do something like that to a person doesn’t deserve my tears, but I have cried every single day for the past six weeks. That must be the most pathetic thing you’ve ever heard, right? I mean, it’s pretty pathetic. Nothing I’ve felt before has prepared me for the constant, debilitating, never-ending devastation of a truly (forgive my triteness) broken heart. Can’t even sleep to get away from it. I have dreams about it. I promise I do feel stupid & guilty for feeling this way, when there are so many more important things going on in peoples’ lives & in the world. But I can’t seem to stop it. And this isn’t the kind of thing I should tell anyone. But the catharsis is the best thing ive felt in a while.
Like omg he cried in front of me and told me about all his feelings and holy shit I want to fuck the shit out of him.
I’m def almost a 30 year old woman bc I met this guy and he’s really comforting and articulate and kind and warm and well dressed and has a good job yo. And he treats me like a real person and not just a sex object. And has not made a move at all and OMG I need the D.