he died. the man I loved and miss, he died.
I look at him and all I see is its shell. it's his body but it's not him. he's not there. that boy that looked at me with those bright eyes it's not there. he doesn't even look at me anymore. he couldn't care less if I'm here or not. if he ever sees me again or if not. he just doesn't care. I don't exist.
it's awful. I don't like it I just feel like going there and shekels him till he recognise me. he doesn't see me anymore. I don't exist. me. the girl he said that was his world. the woman of his life. me. I no longer exist.
I look at him and all I see is its shell. it's his body but it's not him. he's not there. that boy that looked at me with those bright eyes it's not there. he doesn't even look at me anymore. he couldn't care less if I'm here or not. if he ever sees me again or if not. he just doesn't care. I don't exist.
it's awful. I don't like it I just feel like going there and shekels him till he recognise me. he doesn't see me anymore. I don't exist. me. the girl he said that was his world. the woman of his life. me. I no longer exist.
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It sounds like you\'re going through a grieving period. I know that this has been desperately hard on you. I\'m so sorry for your loss. Perhaps the metaphor of death is apt in this case. Love to you. Let him go. xoxox
BTW. I just saw your post on the main board; it would probably helped if you switched schools. This is going to drive you crazy.