Found an old journal entry of yours. Two. One that was kind and you weren't so cold. Our roles had nearly flipped since. You wanted me to open up and stop being cold. Funny.
And the other one. You blamed me for so much pain. Some which was my fault. Others that weren't.
God I miss you. Tried to text you too. Blocked number. Figured as much.
YOU ARE READING
2.5 Years
Non-FictionSomeone has told me that you grieve someone for half the time you've known them or longer. I don't want to grieve that long however this is my progress as to how I'm feeling.
