This memory is really special to me right now in this point of time. I was genuinely happy here. I realize now that MG was not, but this was one of very very few days they made me feel otherwise.
Yes, they’re gone now. And for the better. It still hurts. They were not good for me, and I’m still trying to heal. It’s weird to come to the realization in therapy that loving someone who abuses you is a possibility, reality, and something you need help healing from. I’m still processing everything.
But I don’t want to let go of this one day. I felt worthy. Idk. Deleting this photo from my life almost hurts me more. Maybe later down the road I’ll realize this memory isn’t something worth holding onto but it’s gonna hurt me more to do it right now.
