So I'm sure he is realising it is over and has maybe moved on to the next 'victim'.
I should be swinging from the chandeliers with happiness that I have finally got my life back, that I can start to save money again, look after me, and maybe buy a house and go on holiday....and eventually move on to a healthier relationship.
So why do I still feel so sad? Why do I still race to the phone every time it goes off, hoping/wishing it to be him? Why am I still awake every night dreaming of him? Why do I constantly struggle to remember the bad times, when I so need to desparately hang on to those bad memories, why do the good memories push themselves into the foreground?
Why? Why? Why/
