Its been 130 days.
130 days since I risked everything for that one shot at what I truly believed in. Who I truly believed in.
130 days since I lost everything I had. My house, my cars, my business, my dogs, my life.
130 days since my heart was broken and my soul was shattered.
Does it get easier?
No. Initially it gets worse. You think about it more often. Trying to comprehend what just happened. Wishing things had gone differently. Hoping if you think about it hard enough, everything will magically change.
It doesn’t.
Eventually, you think about it less and less. Random things trigger memories and if you let yourself, you’ll spiral down again and it all starts again.
What is life if you don’t take risks? Boredom.
Would I change anything that led up to that moment?
No.
I fought for what I thought was right. What I thought was real.
You yourself said it was real.
You yourself said it was true.
You yourself said it was soulful.
And them you changed your mind.
Played me like the fool I am.
Why don’t I hate you?
Because I still love you.
...and that sux.














