Get Lost In My Head

I’ve struggled and mourned to get passed you. I’ve tried to rid my memory of any tainted part you touched. I ignore reminders you left and I’ve healed through the wounds you made. Yet when I try to move on, I get some form of PTSD. Nothing is as strong as we were in my perspective. I’ve never been like this in dating. I’ve never had some type of trauma or trigger that inhibits me from connecting with people. Why now

A year ago today was the worst day of my life. Life is so different when you’re living life mourning a loved one. When you can be fine one moment then breaking the next. I see him in the faces of my family, and I see him in my own. I feel him through my actions, and I sense him when I’m alone. I want to share so much with him. I want to hug, kiss, and thank him for so many life lessons. I’ll never take this life for granted as I’m living it for two. I miss you. So unbearably much

I’ll let it fall apart silly