If you haven't heard, I'm trying to work it out with her. Yes, my ex-fiance. It's been a year. A rather eventful year. So much has happened and it would be a damn lie to say that I've not grown in the time span. I look back and I realize I was truly confused and reaching. Reaching for a new me. Who wouldn't? In a time of despair, you're more open to drastic changes. I did that and now I'm a new... me?
Debatable. I've got the ability to be a new person if I want. Confidant, outgoing and unlike the unassuming person I am today. I'm cocky at times and upon a good hair day, I'll definitely be a happier version of me. The most comfortable version of me is one who just laughs and does something fun.
Since I've started to realize that I'm in love with my ex, I've completely changed myself back to what I was used to. I miss her dearly and would like to give myself a chance to repair what I tried to hard to convince myself I was done with... me and her. She hurt me extremely bad and broke me down to the core. I'm forever bitter about it. Will it actually work? Who knows? If I knew someone who did know, I'd certainly be the first person to grill them with an intense curiosity only rivaled by Zeus himself.
I could go out and get "girls", but I really don't want to. I want seclude myself until I give us a chance. Until next time...
No comments:
Post a Comment