I miss being around him
I miss being able to hold him
I miss wrapping my arms around him
I miss kissing him
I miss teasing him
I miss making love to him
I miss having adventures with him
I miss discovering the world with him
I miss his fun friends
But that's the good stuff.
I don't miss being humiliated by him
I don't miss having the feeling that I am not good enough for him
I don't miss having the urge to please him
I don't miss doing anything to get his attention
I don't miss feeling like nobody being with him
I don't miss being ignored by him
I don't miss admiring him
I don't miss worrying about his alcohol use
I don't miss him looking at other girls even when being together
I don't miss losing sleep over him
I don't miss me drinking more alcohol just to live up to his expectations
I don't miss being mad because he forgot an appointment
I don't miss being stressed because he doesn't call
I don't miss feeling less important than his work
I don't miss his arrogant friends
I don't miss a lot! Ha it's a good thing it's over!
You won
Ha, it seems that despite of all you win! Good for you!!
kiss,
Fred, lisbon - Portugal
Thank you Fred! It also feels
Thank you Fred! It also feels that way. Exept for when I run into him at work. Than I get weak. Maybe when I learn my blog by heart it will get better..
xx Elle
sad
...remember this....nobody deserves a woman that he makes cry..... so...if he makes you cry or made you cry, he doens´t deserve you.
Be proud on yourself and live for yourself. With so many diamonds around you....who needs a rock?
his birthday
Hey Sad,
I still have difficulty to let go. Today is his birthday. I am having doubts about sending him a message for his birthday. I think it's not a good idea because he hurt me and he will only hurt me more if I keep contacting him. On the other hand I want to let him know that I still think about him.
BUT
BUT just because you wrote or copied this poem and posted it in a public forum means in fact that you think about him and so still miss him
Thank you
For not supporting. Of course I miss him and think about him. That is why I write. To try to deal with the pain. I run into him at work and keep wondering if I made the right choice. Then I think of all the pain he caused and remember why I broke up with him.
Sounds like ...
.... a creep to me.....