2014

I remember being afraid to tell you about my dreams. To tell you that despite it’s been close to 5 years since it ended, I still think about it.

I can’t remember the details. It’s more of how I felt when he left. The helplessness, frustration, sadness... happiness; honestly I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.

Why was I afraid to tell you? Because it just sounds like I haven’t moved on even though I should have a long time ago. Have I? Or have I been lying to myself all these years? Honestly I don’t have an answer.

Some days it hurts. Some days I don’t think about him at all. Some days I cry. Some days I laugh. It really depends.

It just started raining. 4.20am