I miss last year.
I miss the hurting feelings back then.
The ones that came from the impossible, messed up, unrealistic, absurd type of love.
I don't like the hurt now.
This hurt that comes from the real, what if's, didn't-work-out, almost-but-not-really type of love.
I don't welcome this hurt.

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Moonstruck Lullaby
De TodoEveryday thoughts and random rambling...where my mind goes when it wanders. Sometimes though, I wish it didn't, because some places I'd rather not return to. Some thoughts I'd rather keep low, some memories in the past. But I've learned that you can...