A Year…
I’m writing this tonight because, while I’m quite sure she left on the 24th, I’m not 100% sure, there’s that small chance that it might have actually been the 25th.
Either way, it’s been a year since she left for good, from what I know at least… One more nail in my coffin… The only problem is that my body’s still not in it… I’ve even given up thinking that I’m going to do it someday, clear enough that I don’t have the guts, just hoping it’ll just happen somehow I guess…
And still feel so rotten for feeling so sad on days that are (or at least should be) happy for them, because of the very reasons that make (or should make) them happy. The day they left for good, their wedding day, her birthday, New Year’s, the day she first left…
Pointless to even write it, but here it is…
