“Too often the thing you want most is the thing you can’t have.”

He can’t lie. It’s impossible. He’s honest to a fault. He’s the guy who’ll break your heart by telling you that he’s just not that into you. I fell in love with his inability to tell a lie. I knew that I’d be able to trust him…

…Or so I thought.

What was once “our off days” are slowly turning into “his off days” & “my off days spent waiting until 3 am for him to come home”. I’ve decided not to ask him where he spends his days. Knowing that he’ll give me the truth scares me. Mayhaps I’d rather live a lie than face the truth.

I’m staying in HIS house, sleeping in HIS bed, playing HIS Xbox without him. Laying on his side of the bed just so I’ll definitely know when he comes home. There’s always a forehead kiss, followed by a warm embrace. My brain wants me to ask what kept him out all night, but my heart is foolish & beLIEves that “ignorance is bliss”.

“That’s what you get when you let your heart win…” What type of victory is it when I’m too stressed to celebrate??

I love him…with all of my heart. I want this to work this time. Or do I??

“The people who suffer the most are the people who don’t know what they want.”