He’s my sun

My words have been missing. Even now as I write this, it’s not the same passion that usually requires I put something down. The days have been long, I have enjoyed the evenings — knowing I’m safe and dreaming of what’s to come. How everything has changed and if that’s for the better or worst. I think I have positive feelings more regularly than I did at home but I also think it makes me feel more disconnected because I was experiencing such deep lows as I processed the break-up. I suppose I just need it all to normalize and that’s probably why I haven’t been writing. I can’t tell you what’s important when it all feels new.

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