Heartbreak

It seems as though everytime I get involved with you, I get my heart trampled on. And, to be perfectly honest, I don't know how to stop the hurt. And its so final now, because this is it. You can ask me how I know its over and how do I know that I won't want to be friends later on...oh...I know. I've always watched movies and felt a little bad for the geeky person who just doesn't get that their love isn't mutual, but whenever you come into the picture I turn into that person. The only way I can protect myself from that is to keep you out of my life completely. I know you do love me...but I also know that you won't live with it. And in your rejection of that love, you are rejecting me from your life. I can't be your friend...I can be friends with my other ex's because they are not you. No one is you, and essentially that is my problem. Unfortunally, its always been you. And someday in the not so far future, I think you will miss me again...and you will want to call me again...but don't. This is your decision. You made it before and I forgave you...I didn't want to, but you were persistent and you made me...but this time, don't call me. You know I would have waited for you. I was willing to wait, to be friends, in hopes of the day things would work out, but this is your decision and you have chosen to dismiss that. For the record, I think this is a huge mistake....this time there is no take-backs....You've chosen. And I'll respect your choice...I just hope you can live with it later. For the last time, I love you...I always have...and I'll miss you too. I really do wish you happiness and success. I know you will succeed. I don't know if you'll think to look on here...I kinda hope you don't...because this is more so for me...well...maybe a little for you too. So...just keep breathing...