I miss you. Woke up dreaming of you again.
Eight months today.
Sigh….but I’m not dead yet and I’m still breathing. I cannot be blackmailed. I’m secret free. I’m adulting. I’m not lashing out. I’m not blaming you or anyone else. I’m not hiding. I’m trying.
I’m rebuilding this life brick by brick, I’ve got this life to fix…yet still, I wish you were here with me when I wake up in the morning. smh.