I'm moving on I feel like. Not like. By choice. But I'm sitting here waiting around and I don't feel anything.
We don't talk. I try to give you all the space you want. Idk. It's stupid.
This whole thing. Idk why I have to change so much to love the person I love. And I don't know why you can't change much to love me. Idk. I wish all this made any type of sense. It doesn't.
On the bright side. Maybe this one won't hurt.
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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.
