Not Again.

Dear diary, I met him again on Saturday. I’ve got to stop doing this to myself. I’ve deleted him from my mailing list, out of my phonebook, off my facebook friends list, out of my life. But when I see him the memories flood back. I’ve never been that happy in my life. At this point in time, I actually don’t think I ever will again. It’s sad. I cried. I cry. Cried because I saw him flirt with the girl he denied having slept with. Cried because he didn’t even care that he hurt me, he just looked on as I stormed away. Humiliated because I lost my cool in public for all the world to see. Hurt because I finally realised that what I’ve lost, I’m never going to get back, atleast not from him. It hurts, I ache with actual physical pain.  I fell in love with someone who will never love me back.