Three strikes and you're out. Or at least three lies and you're out. Who knew I was an optimist? But evidently I like to believe in the best from folks even when they show me over and over it isn't coming.
I never believed in fairytales. I was never a romantic. But I've always believed I knew who I'd end up with. Even when we were not together or even speaking. Because of this. I understand him and he me. My favorite person on the planet. What more could I want or ask for or deserve I thought. And I still do.
But somewhere along the line he changed. Things he swore to me he'd never do, he's done or will be doing. He's a follower. He wants so badly to be loved and to have the white picket fence and the wife and the 2.1 kids. He bought into an image that doesn't exist. But now he thinks he's found the love of his life but this isn't the love of the person I used to love. I don't recognize this person and it hurts so much. Not only am I not happy but I can't see him living this life and being happy.
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one of the hardest things i had to learn the tahitian asshole is: you can't make someone love you back just because you love them. words mean nothing, action does. and you can't make them see how happy you'd make him if he doesn't want to be there. it really sucks. but i promise there is bigger and better out there for you. you're amazing and you deserve someone amazing.
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