g a z i n g.

December 8, 2014

Never had to break a

h ea

before, but

there's a first time for everything.

The look in his eyes when I said that this

isn't working broke me down and I

hate crying. Was it the amount of love

that I put in the relationship? Did I love him

more than I felt? Or did I just not want to

make a good man cry?

It was harder than I thought, cutting ties and what not, but it was for the absolute best.

He can roam free

and find someone better than me.

Meanwhile, I g a z e upon the options but only want one to be in my

possession.

That was the goal:

If I can't have him, I won't have anyone.

If someone can change that perception, take off the glasses that I have on now

and change my vision,

then he is the one.

is the one that was sent to

me,

because

went through all the restraint and rejection to be in

arms. That is the one that

have earned, deserve, the one that is right for

me.

Until then, I'm just g a z i n g .

No more breaking

h ea

or (weak) moments.

Just gazing.

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