Sometimes life is like standing on a stepping stone in the middle of a roaring river.

The good thing about stepping stones is there's never just one.
If you keep moving from one to the next, eventually you'll reach the other side.

Tuesday, 12 October 2010

There is always, always something to make me feel bad about not talking to David. There was his girlfriend cheating on him and his friend died and now his Mum's in hospital. And I know they're all awful things, but that just makes me feel even worse about the fact that I'm tired of them.
I'm 250 miles away. Three hours away by train. Five hours away by car (unless you drive like Dad). How can I still not get away from him? How far do I have to go?

2 comments:

  1. Tell him everything that you've just put in that blog. You were together once but you're not now. Both of you need to go your seperate ways. You have; he hasn't. Tell him, it's for the best, he'll meet someone else and he'll appreciate the time that you had and that you were there for him but someone else can be there for him instead.
    You are in bloody Scotland!
    :)
    xXx

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  2. He has met someone else. The problem is he wants to be friends and I've had enough. I think (and hope) he's finally got the message though
    xXx

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