Here I sit in my room all alone listening to Regina Spektor and wondering what went wrong… This whole year has been a whirlwind of fun, laughter and a river of tears pouring down my face. I don’t know what to do anymore, it’s the first time this year that I’ve really admitted to myself that I miss him, but not just a little, but with my whole heart.
It’s pre-spring day and everyone is out and about and having the time of their lives, and I can’t think of anything I want to do less. Why be in a crowd of people, none of which really know you or who I would really like to have know me, when I have my safe little sanctuary of a bedroom.
Seven months since I last saw him, since I was with someone I could really trust, since I felt completely safe. I think I might have made a mistake letting him go…
And finally I can admit to myself that I am truly heart broken… But at least I know he’s happy.
