Moving on and this unspoken competition happens, whose happier, whose more in love — its like rubbing each others face in shit.
Memory is a Bitch.
Demetra Demi Gregorakis

I hate that I’m guilty of this when I know each time I post something it won’t make me feel better, it won’t make her feel better, I’ll wonder if she saw it, I’ll wonder maybe if I didn’t post it there would be a chance again. I gotta keep remembering that she loved me and that doesn’t just vanish no matter how brutally cold someone can appear to be.

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