It hurts.
That's the understatement of the year.
I feel hollow inside like I'm only holding on by a thin string. It's not even been a day but I knew it was coming. Call it my nonexistent spidey-senses but I felt it. I was mourning even before I completely lost her as mine. But that does not mean that when she uttered the words it was any easier. On the contrary I felt every little bit of excruciating pain that I thought I would. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. My eyes were leaking wet, warm tears and I couldn't do anything about it. I felt the pain all the way down to my little toe.
It hurts but it could be worse.
I should be thankful I can be blessed to be her friend and I am. I truly am. But I'm bitter. I'm humane. I feel shocked. I feel blessed. I feel thankful to be alive. But it's not the same without her.
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Trepidation
Short StoryEver found yourself losing yourself over someone? Read to find out how I lose my mind, sanity and continually contradict myself in steamy journal entries. Ps. Be smarter than I am and don't take advice from this. Truly please do not.
