07-14-09| 7:51 pm
Cut. Re-enter scene. Maybe he didn't know, I keep telling myself. Maybe he didn't know how difficult it was for me, struggling with trust and discomfort all at once. Berating myself every night. Three words, eight letters. Always waiting for a chance and never taking it. I loved him, didn't I?
It's hard to move on and this isn't even my fault.