I have been laying awake all night. I don't think I have ever truly had my heart broken before. I can't say that anymore. Tom is gone. I know that. The very last morsel of hope I had for this relationship has been consumed and now there is nothing left.
Every time he moves in his sleep I secretly hope he is going to roll over and hold me like he used to. Every time I look at him and he looks at me I think he is going to tell me he loves me. He doesn't. That is gone. When we sit on the couch together I wait for him to hold my hand or put his arm around me. Instead he sits there as stiff as a board and I want to crumble. I wait. He is gone.
He wants me to wait for him to talk to someone and figure his life out. Why do I? Why do I always wait for everyone else to make my decisions?
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