The worst pain my heart could know; when you said it's over.
That awful sinking feeling in my stomach, as if it had suddenly turned lead and dropped through the earth. Yes, I don't know what you call that one, but it's the feeling I got when I found that you had moved on.
And oh so quickly.
I don't trust myself if I ever see you with her.
Heart broken all over again.
Just as I have been moving on you don't even have the common decency, nay, sensitivity to keep it hidden.
We all know the old saying, and realize that it rings true.
"IGNORANCE IS BLISS"
I would rather hypothetically see you with another girl, and imagine that sinking feeling of despair than know that it was real. "You want the truth? I CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!"
Clearly my world is still centered around you. Or I wouldn't write about you, think about you, talk about you.
Cry over you.
And I thought you were a gentleman.
