Lesson I missed?

I was throwing myself the usual pity party, “I didn’t do anything wrong” “I learned every lesson I could from this” and I realized… I haven’t learned every lesson. It punched me in the face.

I have not yet learned how to get over someone. Jason.

I feel as if I was given someone who had everything I was looking for, and had them taken away.

Maybe it was meant to happen.

I don’t bother with religion or universe stuff or extra forces. But maybe this was meant to be.

For me to learn how to get over. For me to learn every, possible lesson.

There is this guy… maybe he’s not an artist, maybe he’s not rich, maybe he doesn’t have an amazing past living in Nevada. Hell, Jason was allot of things he wasn’t.

But already… I can see he cares more for me then Jason ever did…

I feel as if I had to learn this lesson, in order to learn that not every guy is going to have everything I ever wanted.

That makes them different, right?

I feel as if Jason wasn’t even real.

He was just a drug and I was the patient the doctors tested him with…

Now he’s gone and off the market.

I need to move on.

Not to a drug. To someone who, will love me.

I want to be happy.

I have to try.

Brann