somedays are so hard. All I want to do is reach out to you. I feel like such a fake. I go through life like everything’s ok. No one knows how much I think about you.

I keep hoping if I keep moving forward I’ll eventually let you go. It’s not that I don’t love the man I’m with because I do. It’s just not the same. It’s not as good but then it’s also not as bad and maybe that’s how things are supposed to be.