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♥ Her World ♥
Monday, March 21, 2005

saw this paragraph in someone's blog, a way to discribe the feeling of breakup and having to let some1 go..
"I know the next few months would be a very terrible time. You have to pretend that he doesn't exist in u anymore, even if he does, very much. Then 2 days of living without him, will become 4. Days will become weeks, weeks become months. Then one day, u'll suddenly miss him very, very much n that day would be a damn pms day for u. Soon after u'll wake up the next morning feeling mysteriously fine n life goes on after that. The cycle repeats though, for years, n maybe decades."