kiiara

Well i'm back in London and have been for a week now.
I hate it. I'd do a hell of alot to be back in Uni right now.
Being back home brings back all sorts of memories about how lovely the ex was, the places we went etc.
I can't go out as i have no ID (waiting for my passport to come back).
Which means i see less of my friends than i want.
So all im doing is sitting at home, alone, with him going through my head.

He keeps texting me too. I love it and hate it all at the same time. Makes me know he's still thinking of me and he still loves me but makes me want him back all the more.

One thing that keeps reminding me, more than anything else not to call back is not the trust funny enough (though thats big enough), but that he didn't fight for me. He just let me go and blocked me out. Rather than doing everything he could, he left me to make my decision and when i had decided, just went.
I know ita pathetic, but im the girl you run after when she storms out of your house, because all she wants is to be ran after and kissed and apologised to.

*sigh*.

Just when you think you're finally getting over it eh?