"We fit together so well. It's like pieces of a puzzle, the way your hand fits the curve of my hip and the way my head rests on your shoulder, the way our hands just melt into one, and the way I feel complete when I'm with you. Like the picture's finally completed and I'll never have to wonder what I'm missing.”
I decided I'm not going to talk to him anymore.
Not saying "Hi" to him in the hall.
Not waiting for him after second period.
Smother the feeling of needing to talk to him.
Ignore the few remaining butterflies I get when I see him.
He's not close to anything special. He's not the person I thought he was.
I need to move on.
I need someone who will make me happy. Who actually cares about me.
Who won't break my heart.
I need a nice boy. Someone who will treat me nice. Treat me right. Who tells me I'm a beautiful girl and I'll truly believe him. Who's not afraid to hug me. Who has time to hang out, who wants to hang out with me. Who wants to get to know me.
No more falling for a guy without knowing whether or not he'll catch me.
It's the best thing I can do for myself. And it's probably what he wants anyway.
It's time for me to move on.
"It's like once you've been hurt, you're so scared to get attached again. Like you have this fear that every person you start to like is going to break your heart."