Already posting pictures on Facebook to make him miss me...

Texted him again. He tells me to do my thing and have fun tonight, and I need to leave him be.

I cry to every male I have for some sort of advice that makes me happy. One says he cares but it hurts him. And that we both need the space. 

I type this words, I read them, I've been here before.

Why do I let it happen again?

Why am I doomed to live this repetitive lifestyle?

I love him. I wish he'd come back. At the surface, that is.

But underneath my surface emotions of loneliness and hurt and despair, I want us to have the space.

I just want the space to bring us back together.

There I go again.

Help.