I'm tired. I'm so tired.
I'm in love with someone who doesn't love me back. And I'm trying not to let it get in the way of a new relationship that looks like it has merit. But I can't separate myself from this. Everything feels wrong when it's not about him. And when it is about him, I'm eternally disappointed because it's not the way I want it to be. I want him to love me back just as much as I want to not love him anymore.
He's not who I'd imagined I'd want to be with. And my world is fine. I'm fine. I have no reason to be crying...but I am. And he's not who I wanted to end up with. He isn't even someone I thought I'd be attracted. He's immature and he's annoying and his jokes aren't funny. And I'm not with him. But I want to be, and I shouldn't want to be. Somehow, someway, he got in under my radar. I turned around and there he was, already at home in my mind. He's not my ideal man, not even close. But he's perfect for me and I want him.
But I can't watch him go through girls and be the supportive friend he thinks I am. I can't do it anymore. And it hurts because the day I tell him I can't do it will be the day he turns away and walks out of my life.
I shouldn't care about this. He's rude and he's not worth my time. He's everything I'm not. My siblings don't want me to care, and I've tried. I've tried so hard. But I can't stop loving him. And it makes me pathetic. I look so silly waiting for something that will never happen. But I can't pull myself away. And I just want to cry.
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