Been There Done That

OMG i so know what you are talking about. It sucks to watch the person you loved change into this awful person before your eyes. and the worst part is knowing you cant help at all. The only thing you can do is sit back and watch it all unfold. Even when you have to watch it happen while they are with a new significant other.

But on a happier note. I can ASSURE you he isnt it. and I know its hard to swallow that fact right now, but when you are with the right person you can feel something entirly different. I always thought i knew what love was and i was so heart broken when i lost what i thought was my other half, but it wasnt until I met Rich that i truly knew what love is. The right person should enjoy a lot of what you do but have enough differences too. You should feel comfortable around them and feel like you can tell them anything without being judged. And actually WANTING to spend time with eachother.

You will find him. he may be out there just as hurt and lost as you

What happened to you my dear?

After someone leaves, and shatters your world, and you begin to recover it is always treachorous to be around that someone that left. Well, I cannot help that. I am too deep into his life to break all ties. And I shouldn't have to. Sean and I have SO MANY mutual friends that it's impossible to never see him. Ugh.

And so today when he made natasha cry AGAIN with his stupid ass comments I came unglued. You are a completely different person now Sean Lemke. I feel like the person I loved is dead. I think he is. I don't even see him in your eyes anymore. And that's tragic, because that person could have changed the world with his kindness. This new person is too damn selfish and depressed to help anyone. He can't even help himself. It's...ridiculous. Tragic. Heart-wrenching. Tear-enducing. I miss him. I miss my darling who held me while I cried and used to trace little patterns on my back until I fell asleep and dreamt in his arms.

But this is not to be. So I guess my question is, where do they go? The people we love. Where to the parts of them go when they leave? Can they ever be repaired? Somehow, I don't think so...