So exes are like boxes of Candy. When you are with them you enjoy the taste and you indulge in every bite. You know it taste amazing And you never think it will end. You finish that piece then you get another, not worrying that there are only a few left. You are on the last bite of that last piece of candy. and you try so hard to savor it. But there is only so much of it left. You eat it. Its gone and you wont get that bag back. You try so hard to find another box of candy just like it. you think you have found it. Its the same candy and it has the same name and look, but its not like the candy you had before.
My ex i and i are officially over. I hate when ou try to save ever last bit of a relationship and you know its just not gonna happen. Its kinda like a man in his thirties. He know that bald spot wasnt there in his 20s so he simple trys to comb over the spot. He looks in the miror and he is satisfied. He wakes up each morning and sees that the spot is revealed again and he covers it up again. When in reality the spot will not go away it will just grow. It will grow until the point that he has no hair…. so he gets a wig