love stinks. it's not that i wanted a stuffed bear to hold on to, or ten thousand boxs of heart shaped candy, But something, anything. Mostly... all i want was that call, the text. That wouldn't just mean a simple "text"... it would mean, that he didn't forget. He didn't forget the five hour makeout secions, the 3529075 movies we saw because there was never anything to do, and the long night in the back seat of his toyota camry. i did something stupid, krama if you will for him. making out with "the" best friend the perfect revenge... always best served cold. true it was in a drunken state... but the real question is, will he care? and of course why? WHY didn't he call. He once told me, "You are the only thing im going to miss around here." then he left without even a goodbye. maybe.. we don't need love. really if you think about it, it is a waste of time. all the hours you have trying to find love, fighting because you lost it, and spending to get it back.. so many things just happened, but blinded by love you missed them.
"It is better to have loved then not at all"
is the worst quote i have ever heard in my life. if you never had something to lose then you never knew how good it was.. so you won't miss it. But once you had it then you know how good it really was.. so now living without it, has become a hell.
Maybe it is best to just try to forget. One day his name will not even cross my mind... and yet i know he will always be there.
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