What are we waiting for?

As many of you know, me and Callum, my boyfriend of ten months, recently broke up (and then got back together). This is just something i put together on the night it ended, and i think it sounded ok:

You said you didn’t love me any more, that I was being too difficult, everything was a game with me. I tried to say I was sorry and that I could and would change. I lunged pathetically, wrapping my arms around your thighs, begging you to take it back. The love that we shared was way too sweet to end in this bittersweet remorse. But you didn’t want to listen, you said you were tired of pretending to care, tired of living a lie. You and me were over, all I had to do was realize that and move on. I don’t remember what else you said, my mind was racing, spinning out of control. How could i survive with our you? What would I do? As my head began tilt-a-whirling out of control, my emotions took over. I started to cry, to weep a river. Through my bleary eyes I looked at you, one lonely tear rolled gently down your flawless cheeks. I saw the love that you still had for me, the same look, the same small gleam of spirit in the dark of your eyes. Only now that love was smaller, weaker, but it was still there. I closed my eyes and before me a picture show of all the time spent together. At that moment I realized I had to let you go. we shared one last embrace and through teary eyes i watched you walk away. You didnt look back . . . But here we are again, some how. Now I sit, a delicate smile upon my face. I glance across the room at you, the same expression on your face, and I know without a doubt, there’s still that gleam of love in your eyes as they lock with mine. We share that special moment that we have a thousand times before, and still, my heart races for you.

Umm ya, so i know that this sounds cheesy, melodramatic and kinda lame to some of you, but umm..shut up, it means alot to me. Liz out.