I guess I can't help but wonder what went on. Where did we go wrong? It's been a month since she moved out and I can't help but feel sick over it. She came by lastnight. We spent the night talking, she studied a little. And we fell asleep I holding onto her. We talked about being together, we talked about trying again, we talked and talked until we finally slept. I kept waking up throughout the night thinking that I was going to lose her again. This was a dream and the reality is she has her own place now and is living with him.
I don't know exactly what they are either. First they were in love, now he's a roommate. I guess tomorrow they will be lovers again. Thats what hurts most of all.
I spoke to her today. She said she needed space, but just lastnight we were going to reconcile. I don't know what happened between the time I left for work and the time you called but something changed in your mind. It's killing me inside not trying to talk to you but it seems everytime we talk you just want to turn the life a little more. I don't think this is going to work for me.
I'm setting myself free. I decided that there is no love in this apartment. We got it because it was our space, it damn sure isn't mine and I don't intend on keeping it. I'm giving the leasing office my 60 days notice and getting a new place. I need to be around other people and having roommates might be a a good move for me.
Posted by yardie at October 21, 2004 5:06 PM