Sometimes I feel okay when I see you. Other times I want you to hurt like you hurt me. Other times I want to cry because you will never love me again.
A year ago today started the relationship that ripped me to peices.
A year ago today you told me all you wanted was for me to be happy.
Today I’m picking up the pieces and am nearly done. But thinking of that day makes my hands weak, I could so easily drop all this progress.