insical

I don’t cry about you anymore. But every once in a while thoughts of you cross my mind and that aching, empty feeling in the pit of my stomach comes back, and I wonder what would have happened if things had gone our way.

I miss you. That doesn’t change. It’ll never change. No matter how much I seem to ‘move on’, I will never stop missing you.

You’re so hard on yourself. Take a moment. Sit back. Marvel at your life: at the grief that softened you, at the heartache that made you wiser, at the suffering that strengthened you. Despite everything you still grow. Be proud of this.

“There’s really no shortcut to forgetting someone. You just have to endure missing them everyday”

I drank to forget you. Thought maybe with alcohol in my veins it would hurt a little less. But the only thing I thought about while I was drunk was you.

It’s time to move on.

That was the problem: I loved you too much. I thought of you too much. The memories of you are shattering the life out of me.

I still get sad about everything that happened. Every now and then it just hits me. Sometimes, it takes days for me to get over it.