Time

T and I broke up on Wednesday. We did end up going to the game on Friday, but he claims he has no idea what he wants. How someone can go from loving you, to being unsure, I don’t know. We did get into a couple arguments, but that wasn’t enough to make me stop caring. They were stupid arguments caused by being tired, stressed and cranky. I love T. I’m pretty much set on making things better. I have asked him several times what he needs, and his response is time. But I’m a firm believer of “time is not given and time is not taken”- Regina Spektor. I’m going to call him tonight and see what it is he’s thinking. Because, as far as my end goes, I want to be with him for many, many moons.

I feel heartbroken, out of control and lost.