The dots..
Love makes you lean towards The most beautiful part of yourself . . . . . And as it leaves, it makes you Hate the worst that there is! In between the five dots in between the two sentences, life happened to me. Love happened. And at the end came the hate. And like any other bad thing that’s addictive, hate stayed with me completely overshadowing the love that there was. Are you still stuck on her? Why can’t you move on? Why don’t you see other people? Why can’t you be happy like others? It’s been a long time, why are you doing this to yourself? It will pass. Try to sleep. Okay. It’s okay. It’s okay. Just breathe. It’s okay. These are some of the things I ask and tell myself. Over and over. Do you want me to set you up with someone? Why don’t you try dating apps? You should try finding yourself. Try Yoga? Make a routine. Go after your dreams. You don’t even exist in her life. Don’t you get that? Things were not meant to be. It happens. She is happy and so should you be. Fuck i