It has been more than a week since I last received a message from him and to think that in four days it will supposedly be our 2nd month. I had a dream about him last night. A dream that woke me up in the verge of tears. I felt sad. Sad that after all these years of finally being together it all crumbled in the span of weeks. He told me that he’s in a major rabbit hole and he couldn’t find his way back. At that point, I wanted to give up and say my goodbye but I didn’t have the heart or the courage to do it. I’m a hopeless-romantic that way, or for a lack of better word, a coward. I loved him and maybe I still do. I just don’t know at this point.
I’ve asked some of his friends for his number but they seem to be ignoring all my messages too. S*cks really! I’ve been thinking about him the whole day, viewing his FB from time to time and checking my email every so often hoping that he’d have some explanation for his coldness and disappearance.
I hate this feeling. Left hanging. Like I didn’t have a choice.
Chasing pavements was never my thing but here I am still walking.
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