11:58 AM
Maybe I need to start behaving as if you're already dead. Carry myself as if I know you're not coming back, certain that if you did come back, you would not be the person I was hoping for. There's no way you could be. Maybe I should try believing that you're dead to me and let those words mean what they mean. Leave the flowers on the ground and never look back. Treat you like you're already six feet below me. Save my hopes and dreams for the living things.




















