I always say I’m over you, but I’m really not.
I just wish something will happen so I can finally get this resolved in my mind.
I miss you.
It’s strange to think that just a few weeks ago, I was engulfed in sadness.
The ghosts of my past still meander through my dreams, but I can feel them slowly beginning to conceal themselves.
I can finally say that I’ve reached acceptance. There are going to be days where I feel like shit, or I just fall apart, but I can’t let that stop me from living.
Frankly, I look back on those days and it’s clear what I want and what I don’t.
I guess this is growing up, huh?