So... I have a problem.
My bf has this crazy schedule where he can almost never see me when combined with his crazy family and their rules. I am having trouble believing him when the last guy I dated fed me lines like candy (which he fed me copious amounts of as well). I don't know what to do...
It hurts so bad to feel like I always come second to something else, yet he claims that I don't...
But keep in mind all of this is said in a tone greatly resembling monotone and therefore not always terribly convincing.
But I am in love with him. More than I knew was possible.
This is, however, not the fairytale kind of love (it is when he's around, but we've established by this point that normally, that isn't the case). It's the rip your heart out and watch it bleed kind of love where the only one who can make it stop bleeding and put it back in, is, conveniently *sigh*, him.
I am perfectly aware that this does not sound healthy, and frankly I'm inclined to say it isn't healthy, but nonetheless I've fallen into this particular kind of love. Where you can't breathe right until you're in their arms again, and everything seems a little bit wrong in the world until you can look into their eyes and see them smile...
Oh god... Even when it hurts I can't stop wishing he was here!
Okay, conclusion, I am hopeless, pathetic and in love with someone who has no time whatsoever. Well that was helpful.
Goodnight, I wake up in six hours.
~Kat