I still hurt. And I still have no damn idea what I should be feeling right now. I don't know if I'm sad, if I'm angry, if I feel guilty, or if it's all of it. I think I'm scared, too.
We were sitting there talking about you and she brought up her favorite memory of you. And I realized I didn't have one. Because my mind always went back to that moment when you broke my heart.
I love that phrasing. I really do. Because I think people think more went on than it did.
That's the worst part, though. What we had, before you decided we didn't have it anymore, was the most wonderful thing in my existence. I looked forward to seeing you every day, a