4 months you told me "I really like you"
4 months you said you also got the feeling that "we belong together" Those were your words not mine. Remember my heart was still guarded at the time.
4 months you'd grab my waist, randomly touched me, and hugged me at work. Not to mention the times you touched my ass.
4 months you asked me "You ok?"
4 months you were my strength and provider of happiness at work and sometimes outside of work
And for 4 months you played this back and forth game between her and I.
I can't do it anymore.
I can't keep letting you break my heart and then say that you care
I can't keep putting my time and love into something that isn't going to go anywhere
No matter how much I want more I can't make you let her go like you should
So that means I have to let you go and it hurts like hell, but I've done it before and I can do it again.
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I was attempting to share the obituary on Facebook and I kept trying to think of something I could say, but it all seemed lame or far too... -
I wanted you I wanted you more than anything I would have done anything for you in time I could picture it I could see us I could see u...
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