valgal

2am. Alone in bed. Wishing with all my heart that he would call or text or make some sort of contact.... and he did. Things have been weird between us lately. He doesn't reply to a lot of messages anymore yet turns up here on Sunday and spends the night. Its all so abundantly clear now, but at the time reality was hazed over by my feelings. I ignored the truth because I knew it would hurt, and fuck it does. He's seeing someone else.
2am. In bed, not alone, with tears.