Damn It

I will get him back.

I will stop bitching and moaning on the phone.

I will stop crying myself to sleep every night.

I will tell him I miss him, but not every five minutes.

I will not flip out on him for not calling.

I will not question him about something as retarded as MySpace.

I will keep myself together until I see him next weekend.

I wish I could see him right now. But enough time hasn't passed for him to figure things out. And I'm honestly hoping that when he sees me next weekend, the weekend of our one year anniversary, that everything will be cleared up. That we will be together again. Because I want to believe I won't spend our anniversary crying. I want to believe we'll be together for it. Damn it, he will be back. He will.