Thinking...

Love is a funny feeling. It doesn't stop, just 'cause you don't see the person anymore. It makes you keep on going, even when it's absolutely hopeless and you should have burned all the bridges months ago. I'm still trying to figure out what love is and what it's not. It's like you have two voices inside of you. What your heart tells you and what your mind tells you. Those two can never agree and they can make you go crazy... Personally I prefer not to listen to either one of them, but it's hard, 'cause eventually you'll have to pick one.

I'm thinking how love can make you all confused and blind and somehow I'm pretty thankful for being single again. At the time I wasn't strong enough to leave, so I'm glad he made the decision for me and ended it, it was the right thing to do, 'cause it was my only way out.