Despite all the things there to make me happy. Despite all the things I feel God is doing to distract my thoughts. Despite all of it… despite the fact that it’s been five weeks.
I still break inside. All I have to do is see that smile once, that face just look at me once, say one thing in their happy voice, and I’m destroyed inside.
I love it, and I hate it.
I melt into memories, and I can barely focus on my work. But then I realize… those are probably the only memories I’ll get… and that they probably won’t be relived.
I die inside. It still hurts. What’s worse is I think I’m the only one hurting…
I told you.
You didn’t believe me. You told me it would never happen.
You lied. Now I’m right. And sometimes… I wish I had never brought it up. Being right hurts so much more then being wrong. I’m sorry. For everything.