fuckity fuck fuck. i think i need to stop watching hart of dixie. this zoe/wade storyline is hitting too close to home.
totally cried when i heard that gloriana song. i wish i could just move on already. what is wrong with me?
he will never apologize and mean it. he would never go out of his way to say he loves me. and he will never change. i can hope all i want, but hoping will never make it so. he cheated on me, he lied to me, he more than let me down - he broke my heart. i lost more than my boyfriend of three years, i lost my best friend of six years.
so what if photos of me are still on the bookshelf in our old apartment a full year later? that he’s still using my handwritten recipe cards to cook with every night? that every so often i get a drunk text saying he misses and loves me? all of that means nothing.
move on, amanda. he’s no good for you. he can’t even be good to himself.
it means a lot that you came here to speak to me
and i will listen in ways i never did before
i’ll hear the pause between each word and when your presentations heard
then i’ll need to show you to the door
cause some people were just meant to be a memory.
to be called upon to remind us how we’ve changed
the way the scattered ever-busy bright lights of a city
might look off to a distant mountain range