14 months and 3 weeks.
i say things to comfort people. i tell them the right things to do. the logical, radical thing to do. but i can't tell myself that. because none of my principles would ever apply to myself.
last night i slept well. i thought i wouldn't. but that's only because my eyes couldn't stop tearing. and i drifted into a sea of memories of you and me. those happy, loved ones. and then i fell asleep. because i was safe.
i miss you already.
day 1 has only just begun.
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