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By Jane Rain Date: 2014 Aug 15 Comment on this Work [[2014.08.15.00.47.30438]] |
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In a haze of hopefulness and doubt I find myself even lonelier after talking to him. It reminds me of what I had and what I'm missing and how badly I want that back. Some guy made his silly face at me, the one with the huge frown (which I could never emulate) and the raised eyebrows. My stomach leapt into my throat. It was the right face on the wrong guy. He's made me bipolar in a sense. One minute I'm so angry at him for all the break-ups for leaving me with nothing (quite literally) for negating so many promises. And the next minute I just want him. It's as simple and as complicated as that. As us. |