*read an entry on love, (or the lack there-of)and now i'm inspired to do the same*
It's almost been two years now, and I think it's slowly starting to fade. With time come certain realizations, some certain truths are show, and it gets easier and easier to just let go. Let go of something you've held on so tightly to, just because when you had it, you knew you would never feel as complete as you did in that moment.
I now know she never loved me back, that the words she spoke were lies, and with each passing day, I accept this truth a little bit more. She still invades me, my mind my soul and my body with her phantom touch. But all I can do now is push her out of my brain, rip her from my soul, and brush off the touch I used to need to exisit in this world.
If it gets easier, does that mean you never really did love that person? Or does the fact that it's taken me 2 years to do so mean that it was nothing but.
Fuck i hate that i still think about it. Fuck i hate that i still remember her name. Fuck i hate the fact that it's getting easier to forget. Fuck i hate not knowing exactly what it is i want...
12:17 a.m. - 2004-09-25
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