Thursday afternoon up until the minute before i fell asleep late last night, my life was in dream mode. i had everything (dont get me wrong, i still do have everything) but for some reason, some unknown sneaky reason my mind decided to remind me about that silly little thing i refer to as my broken heart.
I honestly can't pin point what triggered that memory. maybe it's the holidays? maybe it's the fact that i've done an eloquent job at treating the entire situation like it never existed?.. i can't say; but what i can say.. because it must be said otherwise the phrase will bother me is: I MISS HIM. i miss his hugs and the way he'd kiss my forehead. i miss the way my bed looked with him in it.
this is one tough cookie. this is just a silly heart break. this is a major situation to try and forget. this was my first taste in love. i've been more open to dudes texting me and in my drunken stooper found these guys entertaining. but im bored with them already... i never intended to establish anything. honestly, i'm in no mood to get to know anyone..
i'm giving THIS feeling, this hiccup, this little bump in the road an hour to get out of my system. Saved By The Bell, i'm looking at you for utter amazement and distraction.
