Since he crashed my beautiful bike he has come back twice to pay me $200. The first time I cried so hard, he told me he made up his mind and he was leaving. "I don't want you anymore." After he said that I explained to come to the bedroom. He did. We lied there, me in his arms and on his chest. As I cried I told him, "This is home. Not this house, not this room, not this bed...here in your arms, this is home. I love you." He told me he had to go get a haircut.
As he left that day I had to let go...bold face "I don't want you" I don't have to worry about calling, text, or thinking about. I never knew him.
Everyday is filled with 2xdays at the gym. I've lost 16lbs. in 3 weeks. My appetite does not exist, I live on shakes, cliff bars, and water. Occasional tuna and cottage cheese when I am starving. I don't know what to do...
I am trying to move on.
