I hated this song, I hated this couch I am sitting on icing my ankle, and I hate the feeling of sitting here alone without Damon sitting beside me. I didn't know he was coming back to boulder sooner than I expected I was happy to see him but I am hurt that I could not explain my odd behavior to him he had to assume what was going on in my mind. I wasn't that girl who sat around mopping about her boyfriend dumping her in the middle of a crowed pizza shack but here I am. I should have fought for him to stay so I can explain everything I am a fighter if I can survive Sasha 5 am Saturday training sessions I could survive anything I had to find a way to come out stronger on the other side maybe take my anger out on a new floor routine.
I didn't know how much Damon was part of my life it scared me to think how much I depend on him he hadn't just been my boyfriend he was my rock , my support system and a listening ear. He was the love of my life no doubt about it. I sat there staring at my iPod trying to find the right song wondering if my mothers past screwed up relationships are part of my issues. I never felt afraid throwing myself into a relationship with him
Lost in my thoughts a knock at the door stirred me awake from my thoughts. I took the ice of my ankle and I hesitated I could leave it and pretend no one was home since my brother was off at camp and my mother was working. I got off the couch and dragged my bare feet to the front door and put on my poker face.
I opened the door