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Dec. 1st, 2025 09:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rosiejennaIt feels different now. Colder. Lonelier. Like this time, it might actually be over for good. I’ve loved Paul since we were sixteen. That’s ten years. We’ve broken up before. The longest we spent away from each other was two years. But now it feels like we’ve messed up to the point of no return. I sometimes find myself wishing that he never came back into my life. I was healing fine without him. Wish I’d never agreed to be his friend. All of my friends have no problem being friends with their exes, but for Paul, it was inevitable that would try to love each other again. Well, we didn’t have to try to love each other… we tried to live together and things inevitably spiraled out of hand.
I’m just so tired, man. I don’t want to stoop to the level of sleeping around with strangers; Paul was the only guy I’ve ever been intimate with (he can’t say the same thing about me though). But I just want to FORGET him. But I cannot remember what my life was like before him.
I’m just so tired, man. I don’t want to stoop to the level of sleeping around with strangers; Paul was the only guy I’ve ever been intimate with (he can’t say the same thing about me though). But I just want to FORGET him. But I cannot remember what my life was like before him.
