Steve got his job offer yesterday. He has to move to London by October 4th. Which, in case it wasn’t clear, is less than one month away.
I try to keep a smile plastered on my face, and I congratulated him and everything.
Inside, I’m devastated. Broken hearted.
I’m not even 100% sure he’s willing to try the long distance thing.
Fuck it, I’m no longer 18. I want a full time boyfriend, someone who lives with me, someone who wakes up with me in the morning on working, rainy days, not someone just for vacation and occasional weekends. If I can’t have a live-in boyfriend, I’d rather be single and take full advantage of it. The problem is, I’m hopelessly in love with Steve.
Once upon a time I was falling in love, now I’m only falling apart: nothing I can do, a total eclipse of the heart.
The upside? Once Steve will be gone, I’ll simply stop eating. Just like I lost weight when I was still with the ex but we were living in different countries.
Maybe, if I try hard enough, I’ll disappear before I suffer too much.
Dime tu que puedo acer,
no me quiete ya
y siempre estare
llorando por tu amor
1 comment:
Oh lovely lucy, i am so sorry!! That just sucks!! But you're right, long distance relationships don't work. You know what, if it's meant to be, it will be. So hang in there, i love you! Animooo, & stay strong. Lots of hugs.
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