the before picture is everyday
I’m confused. I speak to you every day. I try to tell myself I don’t want to miss you. but I do. I try to tell myself there’s someone else. But when I speak with you, when I think of you, I know.
Love is so powerful.
I have a list things that I’m putting ahead of this, so do you. time will be a great decider here. there isn’t a decision to make. The heart is punching holes in my idea of reality. It’s time to start a project or two. One day this pain will stop moving against me, it will cease to settle in me. The pain, like fear will no longer stop me. I only have today it seems. Today is the only thing I know, and today I miss you more than I’ll ever be able to put into words