It was drowning in my sorrows, and getting high off the nostalgia. It was constantly taking trips into the past when things were different. It was passively speeding down the expressway at 80 miles per hour daydreaming about the crevasses in her body that I once knew so well. It was holding onto a blanket so tightly, and feeling like someone was trying to rip it out of my hands.
This is the unfortunate reality of things. Times change, people change, and things change. This change sucks and it’s what ignites our suffering, but we have to endure it.
She can’t make time for you. The signs are all over, you just chose to ignore them. Time after time she brushes you off, and time after time you rationalize it.