So, here I am still convincing myself that just like milk and cookies, we are better together. My heart desires a peaceful place to rest without having to think of you and my heart goes a beat faster.

“I don’t miss you, I just miss what I thought was real,” I mumble to myself under my blanket.

Sitting here, letting my emotions get the best of me. What’s worse than a love lost, and a broken heart? Believe me, nothing!

Life is a continuous series of events, and people coming into our lives.

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