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I'm trying to force myself to remember. To remember you and all our memories, the good and the bad. That might sound strange, and it hurts me a lot. But I know I have to remember because I'm so good at ignoring that I convince myself that I'm over it and that I'm okay.
Last night I couldn't sleep, so I allowed myself to think about you. I cried. I felt that ache in my heart. I felt that anger, that betrayal. And that told me that I'm not over it.
YOU ARE READING
Read This When I'm Gone
Non-Fiction"And when you're sitting on the side of the road crying over what feels like the best god damn thing you ever had - well, at least you had it." Bear with me... This is quite the roller coaster ride, and that roller coaster ride is my relationship.
