I'm sorry for not being good enough for you. It'd be different if it wasn't the 9th time. My mind tells me you're not here, and you never will be. But there's a little corner in my head saying "She's here. She's coming." and that corner turned into a 1/3 of my head. My hopes got high. yet again. Just to be shattered in front of me.
I'm fine.
Don't worry about me.
TRH
