I’d love more than anything to say I’m ok. And that life is just coming up roses. I mean, I have my moments. There’s are times in the day where I’m extremely happy. But there’s always something that brings me back to thinking about him. It’s so messed up. I love thinking about him, and I love thinking about everything we did. And everything I wanted/ want to do with him.
For a brief moment I’m happy. When I think about him it’s like I’m still with him? But then reality hits and I’m sad. I’ve never been this sad before, and I’ve never been heartbroken.
Even harder is the fact that there’s a chance to get him back, I think? A slight chance? Time will tell. I’m so fucked up. I miss my best friend guys.
Me: *sees the tags in the response to my question and sings to the tune of Be More Chill* Everything about this makes me want to cry.