You know that feeling deep down in the pit of your stomach? The feeling of betrayal. The feeling of guilt or worry. I feel like that now. I miss everything about him. His hair, his eyes, his smile. We grew apart and then everything changed. I left. He left and everything else is history.
Wishing everything would go back to normal. Wishing that nothing bad could ever happen to good people. Becasue in reality, bad things happen to good people all the time. Whether you have never done anything bad in your entire life.
It's not fair. It's not fair that good things happen to bad people, yet bad things happen to good people. I'm a good person I think. I've never done anything illegal. Sometimes good people get caught up with bad people doing bad things, but for the most part, people in general are good.
