Showing posts with label getting over him. Show all posts
Showing posts with label getting over him. Show all posts

Sunday, 25 October 2009

It's great to be able to say "I'm over you" and mean it

Thats it.

It's an amazing feeling. Well, the realisation that your over him is an amazing feeling.
You see, I didn't even realise untill I went to bed one night and I though "I didn't even pause at the bottom of the street to see if he was there". I hadn't thought about him all day and when I did, I felt nothing. No regret and no love for him at all. Not even the niggeling "like" feeling you get about some guys.

Another way I realised I was over him was that I was finally looking at other guys and potentials, hell I even flirted on a few occasions.
I've started likeing another boy, I actually like him a while back but didn't do or say anything about it.
So who knows what the future holds for me, and if the past is anything to go by then the future looks eventful.

Thursday, 8 October 2009

My Feet Keep Taking Me To Your Street Because Theres A Chance I'll Meet You




Okay, so not literally, but my thoughts keep taking me to a specific subject.
Read my blogs much? Then you'll know exactly what thought I'm talking about.
No? Okay, I'll clue you in, A certain tall, bluey-green eyed boy that I broke up with a few months ago. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, GET OVER HIM ALREADY!!!! But it's harder than I thought it would be.
I keep remembering every moment we shared and all the funny things that happened around us, like the mini chavs that asked if we had sex...

me: *chokes* no!
Person G: *blushes* .....
mini chavs: are you sure??
me+Person G: *nods*
mini chavs: ahh okay *leaves*
Person G: Oh..My..God...
me: *dies*
Persons : *kisses me*
mini chavs: *From behind bush* GET A ROOM!

or the time we got attacked by a dog in the park, the same day he through his shoes in the stream because of blisters.
or the time that old man came up to us in the park and asked us to open his bottel...which he didn't have with his imagionary dog... i felt awful for him.

oh shut up me.
I never used to know how to describe how I felt for him untill I heard this Panic! song and one of the lines just sums it up
I don't love you, I'm just passing the time.
It's like, I know I don't love him anymore, but when I'm sitting around and thinking, my thoughts land on him, and It's mainly just passing the time by thinking about him.
Weird? Yeah, I thought so too, but mehh...
It's really hard, but I am trying. Really really trying my best, but just, ARGH!

No one told me it was this hard ):