A Crime

This is just for me, no comments please.

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I need to stop treating my thoughts like they’re bad. It’s not a crime to miss someone. Even if they did treat me poorly, I should be free to miss them, and even love them, how I see fit. Because at the end of the day, I have me. Yeah. I miss him. I love him. That’s okay. I’m just trying to live my life. And there’s someone else I’m talking to. Because it hurts less. It’s rare I connect with someone on a deep level. Learning to live without you is so hard. Even when you weren’t talking to me, I was still telling you all of what I was going through. Even though you didn’t respond, I knew you were listening. And now without you...it hurts so bad.

So yeah, it’s nice to have someone to talk to. Someone who responds. It’s new. And you’re not here.

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This is just for me, no comments please.

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