subject line: why am I still waiting for you?

 

los angeles, california 

I told him to leave me alone. I don’t reply to his text messages. He hurt me. He hurt me really good. He would win the prize for biggest jerk in Los Angeles, and there’s a ton of guys competing for that trophy. I am so much better off without him.

So then why? Why the hell am I waiting for him to like my Facebook post?

Maybe the heart really does want what it wants.