A string of memories

Are we just gonna stay like this forever, floating?

The perils of waiting..The countless visits on a Facebook profile...The irrational anticipation of a text message...

I'm complaining, I know.
I should wait, I know.
But.
Just but.

I want to learn you.
I want to study you.
I want to see you - your raw self.
I want to.
I want you.

I'm tired of giving hints.
I'm tired of making myself known to you.


Please, make a move.
Because.
Because I might end up leaving.
I might end up being tired of waiting for you to just say hi or text.

But.
I should wait, I know.

But.
I have been stretching my patience for months now.
Not for you, but for everyone.
Everyone I love.
Everyone I loved.
I'm tired.

Realization..big word. Well, more like insights. As usual, the point of this post is to let my thoughts and feelings out because I can't tell them to anyone.

I've come to the point in my life where I...am realizing how much pleasure it is to be alone.

My last post here was about the RG, and judging from the tone of my post, I was striving to be loved by someone who doesn't love me for what I am and what I have to offer. And now, well, he already found a special someone and I'm just hoping he won't fuck this one up - again.

I'm happy. Ok, maybe happy is broad..

I'm...light.

I feel like I can breathe again - like I've let a thorn out of my life.

Let me end by putting a snippet of an article I found in the Internet:

I just want you to know that I fought for our relationship. I fought my emotions so that I could hold on to what we had. But I can see myself tearing apart as it happens. It is not easy to move on, but it's easier to let go of things that don't make you happy anymore.