You can enjoy life on your own.
Like every home emptied and forgotten, eventually it is ready for somebody new.
I had a boyfriend after you, who liked to sing, but he didn’t sing the same songs and it hurt my heart.
The trouble with anxiety, with people who have anxiety, is we need time.
Love is many things, but it should not hurt all the time.
The guilt still weighs me down sometimes even though I know it’s insane.
Difficult, detached, tired parents raise difficult, detached, emotionally irrational children and wonder what we are doing wrong. Why we are so difficult.
I miss your presence. Just you being you. A hand on my back, lips on my neck. A smile in my eye line.