

One MonthIt took what, a month?One Month
A month to make myself feel better, a month for that resilient part of me to laugh jovially at the way I've been acting and merely say, "That's just me. It's just the way I am." A month to realize that it's no longer you I'm mourning, but the situation. That I miss having someone, not just you. To realize that the poison is gone, the wound is clean, and the pain has lessened to a dull ache with the occasional sharp twist of momentary pain as it heals. And that's it. It's just me.
A month for me to no longer think of you as a horrible destruction of my future, to no longer hate myself for what I
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Yesterday, you said tomorrow...
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