Damn you.

Why is it that every guy I find reminds me of you? It's either the way you held me or the way you would get so shy. Fuck it's even the name, I can't seem to run from you. Why is that? Everytime I'm finally okay something in me just jumps back to you. I hate you. You have no idea. I lost a year of my life hoping you would love me the way I loved you. And for what, to know you have moved on? Whatever happened to running? You fucking promised me, you said we would always run. We would never stop, and you would never leave me behind. I knew you would and the saddest part is that I trusted you. I thought I could safely dream about the future without breaking my spirit. But I guess I was wrong.