tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68069441903963192012-01-01T23:09:24.186-08:00Allihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277956401567547346noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806944190396319.post-20160636996919933382012-01-01T23:04:00.000-08:002012-01-01T23:04:45.855-08:00I hate intros or starting something new for the first time. So I'll pretend this is like my tenth blog and skip all of that. <br /><br />I hate when people say things like, oh he's my better half or he makes me whole and all the mushy bullshit. I use to be into romance and that idea of love everyone has and what the movies portray. I guess once you pass that honeymoon stage, you begin to learn what love really is. <br /><br />But I'm contradicting myself when I say, I miss my better half...<br /><br />We are two years into our relationship so it's nothing silly. I don't know, it's weird but I feel like something is missing. I'm not myself really. I just find things to do to pass the time and forget the fact that he is not here. I try to occupy my time. But it's at night when it hits me hard. Right in the heart. And I can actually feel it. <br /><br />It hurts. Like my heart is trying so hard to pump blood through my body. What it's trying to do is control the pain, trying to stay strong. <br /><br />But I'm not very strong and I wish I were. I'm almost embarrased. Because I thought i was stronger than that. My dad told me how important it is to not make one person the source of your happiness. But I'm learning that I am not truly happy without him here. I hate all this mushy bullshit but it's real bullshit. I feel silly crying my eyes out at night but I can't control it. <br /><br />Come home already baby. I miss you too much and I can hardly bear it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806944190396319-2016063699691993338?l=alliallioxenfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17277956401567547346noreply@blogger.com0