I feel...okay. Not all the way happy but close to it. Memories and all of that just make me happy. And not the "I want to be with you for the rest of my life" kinda way but in the "wow I can't believe how much we have grown" way. It feels nice. It feels real nice not having to cry at memories and actually laugh. Especially at the little arguments. I think now, I'm gonna be okay.
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Finding Myself
RandomWhen you lose that one important person , how do you stop the pain?
