{ accepting the hurt }

I keep telling myself to accept it.  To accept that he is no longer someone who wants to be involved in my life, and move on.

If I could just accept the fact that he doesn't care.... if I could even lie to myself and say he never did.  That everything we did together, all the plans we made, meant nothing to him.  And maybe that is the truth.  Maybe I'm deceiving myself by believing that the guy I was dating wouldn't do that.  Just accept it, I tell myself.

But it's hard accepting something you barely believe in.