They say I'm wasting my time cause you're never coming home; but they used to say the world was flat.. and how wrong was that?

"Then you came along. Still in control, I found it easy to mask the fears of abandonment, rejection, and not being good enough from you. How could I let you know I was damaged? That my heart had been so dismantled prior to your repairs or that the butterflies I felt with you, were so unfamiliar to me. What if you knew that my own smile was not recognizable to me in the months before you came into my life. Would you want a damaged heart? No. I would hide my demons from you. To you, I was still worth something. I was beautiful, not fat. Sincere, not a liar. Charming, not annoying. I was happy, a little crazy, and slightly up and down, but I was passionate. Not dramatic. Even the moments in which I would mispronounce something, turned into intimate and memorable moments in which I was adorable. Not stupid. I was everything to you I had always wanted to be to somebody, anybody. To this day I remain amazing in your eyes. "

And after that you feel like shit. Defeated. Because, wherever he is or whatever he is doing, he is not with you; because probably he is with someone else. And you can be sure of one thing: He doesn't waste his Sunday afternoon walking round your house, you waste your Sunday afternoon walking round his house.

I fancy you

"Some childish mechanism in her brain was trained to believe that he could fix anything. If her car broke down he would rescue her, if she had a bad day at work he would rant with her, if she got into a fight with someone he would take her side. Now she wanted him to tell her this wasn’t real, to make it alright."

                                                                               Beginning at the end