After a breakup, couples usually go their seperate ways and harrass each other over the phone. The conversation can go two ways.
One:
I hate you. You're an asshole. You suck in bed. etc. etc. etc.
Two:
I love you. I miss you. Let's get back together and work it out.
For some reason, I want number two. I wasn't the happiest in our relationship at times, but I love Shane. I love him so much. It hurts to see him and not be able to hug and kiss him or make love to him.
Living with your ex after a break up is torture! There should be some rule book some where saying that when you split, you literally split. I know I have to be breaking that rule. Living with him until the end of the month is going to be TORTURE!!!
At night, I crave his body. One time, I got up from bed, walked to his door and contemplated opening it to slide right next to him in bed. He wouldn't have noticed. I didn't do it. Obviously. How akward would that be? Plus, it would've hurt more if he kicked me out. So, I went right back to bed.
What am I supposed to do?
8:48 p.m. - January 03, 2006
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