numb

fifty-three

it's been 2 months since i've started seeking therapy and I have to say everyday it gets better.

freya's back in college and i decided to go with her. Getting a job to pay for the small apartment that we share. we had our first argument about what to paint the living room. i wanted dark red but she wanted a light blue, she won.

i'm the happiest i've been my whole life and i don't regret moving out here yet. i want to build a new life for myself and maybe a new scenery will help with that.

i haven't had nightmares in a month but certain things can still trigger flashbacks. i'm not perfect but i'm okay. truly.

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the sun sets perfectly as we drive across the bridge. Freya writing in a journal that i didn't recognize.

"what are you writing?" i ask peeping down at the page with ink scribbled on it.

"a letter." she simply say with no farther detail.

"to who?" i press.

"a person that i can finally let go now." she smiles as she puts her pen down then sits the journal on the floor.

putting her feet on the seat and pushing the  top half of her body out the skylight. i turn up the music as loud as it can get and she lets out fits of giggles and laughs then a couple shouts. i join in with her with my fist pumping in the air.

freya gets back in and flops down on the seat. coming down from her high. i turn down the music and flicker my eyes from the road to freya.

"i'm so happy." she says with a huge smile on her face.

"yeah? me too." i agree with her and she flings towards me and crashes her lips on mine.

i was numb and she brought me back to life and because of freya, i'm happy.