I used to walk around with my phone in my hand or clipped on my side so I wouldn't miss a call from her, I used to.
I used to hit the ignore button on my phone whenever my friends were calling because I couldn't rip myself away from talking to her, to answer their call, I used to.
I used to sleep with my phone next to my pillow just in case she should happen to wake up in the middle of the night and want to call me so that I could hear her voice, I used to.
I used to take the phone into the shower with me and hang it on the shower curtain because I didn't want her to ever think I was ignoring her, I used to.
I used to take a chance while I was driving, knowing that I didn't have an ear piece at the time and I would risk the chance of getting a ticket because when she would call me, I would hold the phone to my ear, I used to.
I used to neglect things that needed to be started or completed because I was waiting and waiting for her to call me, I used to.
I used to not do a lot of things when I was caught up in her world because her world seemed to matter more to me than my own, I used to -- but not anymore.
I'm not used to being without her or hearing from her, but I will have to get used to it now cuz that's what "I was used to" for so long.
By: Lee Lee
Twitter: www.twitter.com/LeeLeeGonzalez
Friday, January 29, 2010
"I Used To"
Posted by Guys and Girls at 4:00 PM
Labels: Lee Lee Gonzalez, LOVE, relationships
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1 comments:
I wish I could reveal why your name LeeLee means something to me. It's an anagram for 2 people who used to be in my life.
I felt the same thing for a person once upon a time who was totally unavailable, but drew me into a web with voice, look, and touch. I pursued him unmercifully, with calls, gifts and other inappropriate contacts. I was 17 years old and he was 32.
I finally had to face the fact that I was obsessed. I found out soon enough that I was not the only one this person "loved". He had a spouse he married when I was six years old and many lovers on a long string. It's so painful it makes me tear up even today.
I was lucky to get psychological help for being addicted to a person from 1957 to 1987. Someone much better stood by my side trying to regain trust in me. I swore I would never contact my obsession again, even to make amends.
When the person passed away in 2006, my husband held me, and said, "You are finally free!"
Please sign me ONE OF MANY. I wish you much good luck in finding a mutually affectionate person.
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