Why is it that when something good comes to an end, we feel like we have the right for it to continue? Like if someone passes on, we feel like they should have lived longer? When a relationship ends, we feel like it should continue? I'm sick of this pain of losing all the good things.
I probably shouldn't have talked so much about my ex leaving me, and hurting me the way he did, but I thought I was "being more open" about what I was thinking about.
I've just realized how spoiled I am... I had such a good thing, and now that its over, I still want it. I want him to hold me, to kiss me, to gaze into my eyes. I want to be with him, but it is i