Memories

He's got me so wrapped around his fingers. Just the thought of loving someone else is dispicable, an offense to his memory. I'm so tired of loving him. He's the cause of my restless nights, my sighs, my laughter, my blurred and romanticized vision of the world.  He makes me want to stop everything for him and do as much as possible to earn his love. God, please make it stop. If he's not the one, stop him from making me feel like a whole and from destroying my sanity for it. Just let me fight my demons before I love an angel. I beg of you

30th January 2015
1:21 P.M.