I hate, hate, hate the way that everytime I imagine myself with someone new, even just to humour myself, my mind always ends up circling back to him. It's all one big comparison of which anyone could beat hands down, so how come no one comes close? How come he can tell lie after lie, cheat, hurt, betray, and be so sickingly sweet and still have this massive hold over me that allows none other to come too close. This is the most painfully frustrating feeling I've ever experienced.
Even though its over, done and dusted, I manage to uncover a new lie everyday.
God, I was so blind.
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