Sept. 18, 2017 - 1:36 am
I felt my heart break all over again today.
I knew I asked for signs from God, from the universe; signs telling me that my feelings are real. I'd gotten the three I asked for. Me being the stubborn person I am, asked for five more.
He told me today of how he's had some realizations about himself, about how he's always interchanged love and like. About how he'd know if it was love if he started doing things for the sake of the other person, and not just for himself. And maybe, a tiny part of my heart was whispering with hope that I'd become that person for him. Maybe that was Sign #3.
I couldn't help but feel deja vu, for those late night deep-hearted conversations which are a rarity, considering the subject of dicks hadn't come up for at least ten minutes. That was a rarity in itself. I couldn't help but feel myself slightly lowering myself back into the grave I had dug a few months ago. Maybe that should've been Sign #4.
I couldn't help but feel genuineness when I told him that someday, I hope he finds that person for him. That probably should've been Sign #5.
But all that shattered when he mentioned her again, and along with it my heart, mid-whisper with a trace of hope in its veins. It hit me like a full-blown blast to the face that I would just never be that person for him. Signs 3, 4, and 5 didn't even matter anymore.
I asked for signs from God, from the universe; signs telling me that my feelings are real. I didn't realize I'd get more than what I asked for when I was hit with a sick wave of deja vu. When I felt my heart breaking all over again.
That's when I knew it was real













