progress v2. (beware of sadness)
- Filed under: Life
- Date: Jul 17,2008
I don’t know how much progress I’m making through this. All I ever want to do is call her, hear her voice, tell her I love her, and explain to her how much I miss her. I just want us to be together again, just to know that we’re together, and in love. Don’t they say that “love is all you need”? Well, that’s what they say at least. Why isn’t it true, then? I thought we had the greatest love that mankind has ever seen. What happened to that? As far as I can tell nothing happened, and that we’re still in love with each other. She’s not happy with herself though, that’s the problem here. Why can’t we be together though and work on that together? Go on a vacation together? Or go to counseling together? Or find and start a hobby together outside of the house that we can do whenever we want? Why can’t we be together so I can help her as a lover and a boyfriend should do? How have I failed her?
I find it hard to breathe sometimes. I miss her so much that anywhere I go or whatever I do, my first thought is how much it would be better with her. Waking up isn’t the same without her. My weekends won’t be the same knowing I can’t see her. Driving around town isn’t the same without talking to her and listening to My Chemical Romance together. Going to eat somewhere isn’t as filling as it was with her. Watching a funny movie isn’t as funny as it was with her. Laying in bed isn’t the same without smelling her next to me and feeling that warmth and comfort of her presence.
It’s hard to progress in this. I don’t know if I can. I’m strong, but I don’t think I’m strong enough. I don’t know what it will take to get her back. From what her and I have talked about, it’s just going to take time. But how much time? A week? A month? A year? God I hope it’s not long. I’m in shambles without her kiss. I’m torn to pieces without her love to put me together.
I need her. That’s what the love told me. That’s the kind of love that it was. I grew with her, and matured with her in a way I never have before. Every part of every day told me that I was so madly in love with her that I needed her. We were doing so well. What happened? How did I not make her happy enough?
Maybe that’s not it. Maybe it’s just what we talk about. Maybe it’s just her needing to figure out her own life. But at what cost? The cost of our relationship? How is that fair to either of us?
Here’s what I want. I’ll tell you. I want her to take her time. Not too long, not too short, but the right amount of time. Then I want her to come back to me and I want to smell her hair again, feel her skin again, kiss her lips again, and hold her so close and tight next to me. I don’t want her to give up on me and on “us”. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, but I am of this. I know because of everything I’ve already said. I know because I’m a better person when I’m with her. I know because she’s my Delilah, my babydoll, and my princess.




