Who Even Cares?

At this point I’m so scared. I think I’m going to lose #2 guy in the whole wide world. He’s to the point where nothing and no one is going to be able to save him. I think I’m preparing myself mentally to get that call or that text that he isn’t here physically anymore because he’s really reaching his breaking point. No amount of me telling him how much he means to everyone or how much I love him and need him here is going to work. I’m really watching the calender now because it seems as if its only a matter of time. And the fact that both he and I can see this and talk about it without really talking about it makes it that much more scary. *Sigh* it’s really always something to deal with. Never a break and never a chance to actually enjoy the tranquility.

The best love stories always begin with “so there’s this guy right….” I’ve noticed that they never have happy endings *which I love* and there’s always this element of sadness that overshadows any other part of the story. To me that is what really shows love. How can you truly know how strong your bond is if it is never tested? And I don’t mean the problems created in your mind with insecurities and such but real life problems. I guess the only way to really know is to have been fucked over so badly that anything that is remotely close to decent becomes something to appreciate. And let us not pretend that there isn’t that one person that we wish we had never met because they played with every emotion they could, hell they invented new emotions for us to feel and then toyed with those as well. But I’m babbling and getting off topic. The point I was making is love isn’t this happy go lucky one-sided thing that people try to make it seem. With the happiness and the smiles comes the pain and the tears because how can you truly appreciate sunshine if there was no rain?

• A compliment
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• Why you follow me
• If you met me what would you do
• A cute message
• One thing you want to tell me
• One thing you want to know about me