i've seen this happen in other people's lives and not it happened it mine.

i never thought it would happen to me, not the hurting but the situation. i mean, i knew going in that it might happen. and it was my fear all along. i used to tell my best friend "i know this is gonna come bite me in the ass, but it's worth it." he said "if you get fucked over, it's not worth it." i was in love. so at that moment it was. but was it worth it? i don't know. sometimes i feel like it was, sometimes i don't. it all has to do with how i'm feeling that day or whatever. but i never thought i would put myself in such situation. i got carried away by a moment. by a beautiful woman. i fell in love with words. empty words now, but beautiful words then. i'm good now, but just remembering how much i hurt up until about two months ago, makes me hurt all over again. on friday morning i silently broke down as i laid on my grandma's hard floor. two months came back in a matter of seconds. everything. it all started pouring back like my tears down my chin.