A mild pain of getting used to it.
In about 3 weeks I will be turning 32. About a year ago I had (not the best) but the most memorable birthday. I went to the beach, I went to the beach and planned to make everything official. It did not turnout to be what I wanted.
This year I will be out far without you. No plans, no hopes. A getaway to weight things, everything. Accepting is hard if you keep on holding in to thin air. You calling me by my first name should ring a bell already, I used to believe that calling me dearly, sweetly, is a reminder that you love me and you care for me. Things are different now. And it’s painful, not so much, but it saddens me. I miss you, I miss us, I miss the excitement of you being with me and hugging me because you genuinely miss me… :(